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"Echoes of Existence"

Poetry By: RaisinGirl
Memoir



we all feel time and age, and question ourselves, and feel difficulty accepting existence sometimes...this is me...


Submitted:Oct 12, 2008    Reads: 131    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


I am who I am...and that is all I will ever be...

I catch the wind sometimes...and it breathes right into me...

I embrace the sounds I hear....and there are echoes of creativity...

I let go of the caged air....and it silences my voice inevitably

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Try to run and try to hide....inside a glass of wine...

Try to drink in tears of life....and become drenched within time...

Try to separate your dreams from reality....end up intertwined...

Try and stop the rain from falling....and the sun will never shine

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We bleed inside ourselves....but we all hold our place...

We fantasize we are brides of pure....but we've only bruised the lace...

We forget ourselves due to time and age....and stain our precious face...

We will return someday to exist....never quit....accepting we move at our own pace





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