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Yes, we swallow the white hot glories,

protest the ages as we wilt,

plant our flags on soils fragile

and dream of life sweetly remembered.

When were days filled with bliss?

when the hot rays illuminated the earth?

when the rain fell and the sun shined behind

the clouds with ethereal light?

When we sailed between light and dark

into the realms of our hearts?

Everything now is just pretend.


May 24, 2012 at 12:03 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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