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Twilight
By LostInTime
So near is twilight to the Gods
So far from heaven are we
We
are but ashes on the fire
And the flame we cannot see
We
are but players on a stage
And puppets on a string
When the curtain
rises
The puppets start to sing
We act out love and laughter
And act out deeds of sin
But when the curtain drops
The twilight
closes in
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Copyright 2010 LostInTime
Published on Friday, December 3, 2010.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
i also love the ryhm:) it is well worded and def an amazing poem with a great meaning !
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