Jan 04, 2009 23:27
Leaving Port
Illusion and Fantasy are calling me
To beautiful, bright, seductive shores.
One cannot resist such vibrancy.
The vessel is insanity,
Cleverly christened Happiness.
When passage is offered,
There's no other option
But to accept and
Quickly climb aboard,
Forgetting all that is
Left behind in Port.
poetry
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Beautifully said, I wonder if people can understand the truths you show?
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Ah yes. And then there's all the stuff that needs to get done that piled up when one's gone. Makes for much catch up time.
Beautifully said, I wonder if people can understand the truths you show?
Thanks. And, I don't know, but I hope so. Sometimes it's just nice to simply get it written down.
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*More hugs*
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