Post No. 792
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Thoughts
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Sailing like mist in the silence of space
coasting, floating, rootless spores,
ghosts of the past,
echoes of tomorrow’s sorrow
in the vastness of eternity.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 April 2015 03:50
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Thoughts
28/04/2015 at 12:00 pm
“tomorrow’s sorrow”
I can’t handle today’s and those of the past.
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29/04/2015 at 7:36 am
That particular line caught me by surprise too.
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