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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Friday, 3 February 2006
truth
From the purest beginning
To the unknown end,
From an open heart
To the one I defend

Time will keep going,
Lives will keep changing.
Hearts will be hurt
And need rearranging.

What we go through--
More yet to learn.
What seems so for certain
May yet take a turn.

Do we live for today,
Or hope for tomorrow?
Feel all the pain,
Or avoid all the sorrow?

Do all you can,
You'll know what's too much.
Dance with reality
Without losing touch.

Everyday can't be flawless,
Each day has it's pain;
So we go on pushing
For each new gain
And live on the edge
Of what's labeled insane.

Posted by art3/manon at 7:43 AM EST
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