

Now...here...Its too late now To trace my steps As I have walked Past the present In to the future already The screams of the past Come as whispers And the leaping shadowsNow...here...
Linger in the dark Theres nothing that Falls on my ears as I have chosen to ignore That, which is near and Embrace the distant
I explore the unknown Leaving behind my memory Like a closed book that is Lying unread, in a library
The wick of time is burning Spreading a smell Familiar yet mysterious I remain here, identified Ye
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you are always welcome!....
"a thing of beauty is joy forever"....i am ART admirer......they do good to me ...........keep doing the great work....
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