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Jul 20, 2009
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Life Sublime
Technique forms part of one’s very DNAPurpose is the reason to existPrayer, the hope some rely on to surviveLove, each and every person’s next breath of air Laughter as beneficial as the next mealTears to cleanse a wounded soulAnger to clear the pent up furySadness, the much needed reminder of happiness Sunrise signifies the beginning of a new daySunset the time to wind down, to ponder and reflectMidnight, the witching hour or so it’s been calledBringing it with it, silence, possibility and desolation Phases of the moon, each its own symbolic talismanThe moon loved best by some, harvest moonTime to give thanks, to gather the hard earned abundanceCreated over a short period of time Tides of the ocean, each serving its natural purposeBe it to cleanse the depths or break through the surfaceSo many phases and times, each imminent in it’s own rightCausing one to stay, yet the next to take flight Seasons pass, summer to winter,Winter to spring, spring being in full bloomSummer grabs hold with her burning bright glare,Giving way to graceful autumn, her colors so vibrant yet fair Season of life, tides of passionHarvest moons of romance, abundance of loveRebirth of humanity, as a quietly spoken prophecyWhy then do we wane on with self indulgent hypocrisy?
— Feebie, Jul 20, 2009
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Ravenshakti
16 years 10 months ago
Wise and graceful...
Jillian Botha
16 years 10 months ago
Thank you for reading
BrightEyed
16 years 5 months ago
beautiful
Jillian Botha
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Bright!