murky glimpses and dismal sighs
all the goodbye's and the why's
the firey hell purifies the soul
all the abject heads roll
the mirage becomes the road
all senses on over load
then on the sweet innocent breeze
comes a quiet peace
and the distant horizon one again sees...
Note: I have added the photo on 13-3-2019 as it was missing for this post.
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Close this window Jump to comment formWelcome bakc to the fellowship.
5:15 PM, October 05, 2005
I never actually left it
9:11 PM, October 05, 2005