1 Jan


Yes the memories come to me every now and again.Thank God, they donot stay.

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  1. Mozin January 1, 2008 at 4:15 PM #

    Memories stay for ever

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  2. Electric Shaman January 2, 2008 at 3:25 PM #

    You fear what is unseenWhat about what has been?What does the future hold?Pain, grief, tears, gritStrength, joys to beholdWhere darkness could reignA ray of light may be seenWhen with pain we gropeIs’nt there always Hope??Enjoy!

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  3. Sana January 2, 2008 at 3:41 PM #

    What is Hope?A little self belief tied to life’s rope.When a glass breaks it only shatters to the last bit.Making you curse himthe git !but then you gather the piecesJoin them with a little glue.there it is,a glass anew.Life’s like that.no matter how much you breakhow much you tearit all comes back to youjust for repair.

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  4. Electric Shaman January 2, 2008 at 3:53 PM #

    Why glue the pieces back?Why the effort to repairSo that you can break again?If that is so why care?Hope is a force supremeTelling you it will be alrightIt carries the strength of truthForce of a piercing ray of lightWhy else would it continue to liveTry to kill it you will failSmother it, poison it if you willThrough tempests it will sail

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