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Upon the Morrow part 1 (20120925)
By anarchosis
Each day must meet it's demise,
as the sun cyles through gracing us with it's setting,
the moon watches over us as the sun slumbers,
but as the morrow rises so to does the sun,
with each new day; an endless possiblity spread at our feet...
As my mind races through it's own devices,
my thoughts are directed to certain events,
real or not real: it does not matter...
inside my head its all real...
whether it comes to pass no one knows.
Blessed with my ideas; passing my time as they swirl around;
a raging hurricane waiting to be released from its confines...
even in utter despair; this hurricane guides me through the moments...
however fleeting; these thoughbts are all I have left to call my own...
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Copyright 2013 anarchosis
Published on Sunday, August 4, 2013.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, August 4, 2013, dwells
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wrote:
Very interesting and I recently heard that youth is short on memories, but long on anticipation, while old age is the opposite. I forget the person paraphrased but your outlook is quite healthy, so keep writing! and cheers!!
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On Sunday, August 4, 2013, anarchosis
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Greatly appreciate the words... also thank you for the paraphrased info. That one is new to me but can be seen everywhere. Thank you.
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