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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

PoEtRy In MoTiON

As i stood upon the rocks watching the evening sun disappeared behind the mountain scene
Memories of the past came but is all like a dream
Far, far below the mighty blue sea brought the waves ashore
Fond thoughts of memories i began to recall
As the leaves began to rustle from a distant tree
The sound of hooting owl sends an insecurity deep within
The great roaring thunder could be heard high above the sky
The feelings i once had, had slowly vanished and died
These are the sad memories of the past
Where i once love someone so dearly in my heart
But all is left are painful memories of yesterday years
Now I am alone living in pain and gripping fears
All i ever hope is a better tomorrow
Where i can be relief of my burdens and sorrows
But as of now this lonely solitary figure shall remain and stand
Upon this rock deep immersed in thoughts no one shall ever understand