DevilsParanoia

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stretched over a mile long, for almost a hundred years strong, our modern gate of gold, a mark of human grandeur standing bold,

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113.

all we've ever known, floating in an inky void, on this pale blue orb.

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112.

sand between my toes, the smell of salt in the air, the tide rises to me.

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111.

waiting on the wind, sitting adrift on the sea, still as the night sky.

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110.

evening wind blows,

through the moonlit forests,

the old woods sway.

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Poem. 109.

crashing on the shore, waves spray mist into the air, birds dive in for fish.

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Poem. 108.

shimmering moonlight, reflect in rippling water, fish feed in twilight.

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No. 107.

the voyage of life, my at moments look hopeless, but never forget, that after every rain fall, comes a fresh new bloom.

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No. 106. Wheat

swaying with the wind, golden yellow like sunlight, over rolling hills.

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No 105

forever drifting, lost in these ones and zeros, of the endless grid, looking for beauty within, this sprawling cyber-city.

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No. 104.

time, with us, or without, it still moves forward, never stopping for mortal hands, will you go with the flow or try to fight against it.

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No. 103.

words catch in my throat, so i watch the world go by, unable to speak, it moving on without me, like wind goes around a tree.

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No. 102.

whatever they try, wheels of progress never stop, nor will they reverse.

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No. 101.

early in the month of may, we can take the old footpath, to go and watch the blue jay, as it splashes in the birdbath.

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No. 100.

the rains of mid spring, feel like they will never end, but just like all things, they can not last forever, soon will come the summer sun.

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No. 99.

each person is a snowflake, no mater how much they fake, none can ever lay claim, to being exactly the same.

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No. 98.

the darkness of this reality, is out-shined by the light in our hearts, like a light house over the night sea.