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loneliest Aug 2013
Upon this never ending web of life
our essence moves from strand to strand
In search of lessons chosen
before our form is taken
To feed our spirit
with pain and joy
Through many lifetimes
our journey moves
Sometimes for ourselves
sometimes for others
This path we've taken
to feed our soul
Always growing
bringing fourth the light
The essence of our creator
from this never ending web of life

— The End —