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Aug 2011
The nights blend together
like a sunset over the sea,
not vain or insignificant
but a gratifying scheme.

They say it's a requirement
to take on scynicism and snide
but a differnt approach
honesty, love, peace of mind.

We all ask ourselves, why?
why are we here?
to what do we owe general demise?
what is the point of being alive?


Is there a reason, does fate exist
Infinite mystery or is it more simple?
Is Faith the real secret,
in obtaining peace of mind?
Elisa
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   Hilda and Louise Johnson
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