alexander-harvieWhisper

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Admiration" As aging continues and time goes by, / the desire for our voice to be heard becomes more of a cry. / Acceptance and attention is what we desire.
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Oct 16, 2011
As the Leaf FallsAs the leaf falls, it is not acknowledging a life finished, of weeping over a life diminished. But turning down a new road, searching for a humble abode. / A place where it can be who it wants to be. A place to be free. / But as the wind guides it to the ground, a new thought it has found.
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Jan 16, 2012
rough worn naila cold, rough, worn nail, / experienced in life, wasted in strife. / a life spent driving; forever striving,
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Sep 29, 2011
Sparkling in My EyeAt night, i see the stars sparkling in my eye, lighting up the sky. / no, not lighting the sky, but rather shining in the space, / the space that seems to be empty but is overflowing with thought, passion, and wonder.
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Jan 16, 2012
The Tree, The CrossGrowing, Stretching, Straining for the Sun. / Cut down, crafted for the Son. / No greater purpose my kind could serve.
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Jan 16, 2012
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