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The mares of night
Thunder ‘cross the skies,
Thousand volts lightning bolts
At their heels;
Clouds light up
Faces of the dead
And the chandelier falls to the ground
Without a sound.
Bedlam rules the world
While Hope hides away
Waiting for the day,
For the sun to rise
In the eastern skies
And wash our souls…
Time is running out ~
Running-running-running ~
Racing towards the new world.
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©Denise G Allen, 15 February 2014 05:39
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15/02/2014 at 6:35 am
is it bad that i hope it gets here soon
i fear it has to get worse first.
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15/02/2014 at 7:05 am
I think it will get much, much worse, Brian… unfortunately. A test of our faith…
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15/02/2014 at 11:32 am
Visionary.
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15/02/2014 at 2:55 pm
I like this and agree… but I need to ask, your header photo where was that taken?
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15/02/2014 at 3:15 pm
Thanks for liking the post, Bulldog. The photo was taken last year at one of the dams in the Pilanesberg National Park, North West.
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