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Cycle
By Withering petals
Here I lay
Wide open
And awaken
By the ground shaking
News
Of another ending
In the beginning
Of my blissful
Mourning
Of another day
Laid to waste
In the night of emptiness.
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© 2008 downstream
Published on Tuesday, July 29, 2008.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Cold at rest and open. It feels like the end of a long journey and the pause before the next. This poem could simply repeat it'self, like a progression through existence. Your imagination adding new realms of adventure with each cycle and pause. A cycle or endless canon or both depending on your perspective, the music your mind feels in the background make it all wondrous.
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On Monday, October 9, 2017, Just Dave
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wrote:
Short and sweet. It reminds me of addiction. I'm an alcoholic in recovery. I'd swear the next day it would be better. Then I'd get up and pop open that first beer and lose another day. It just went on and on and on. Nice write. JD
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