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| Twisting, turning, tumbling along, time had suddenly stopped I see the toils and helplessness that this temporary place posesses. Searching for some meaning a solitude not understood, Only that has been searched by the wicked and unjust. Soon, Darkness Falls, the lights are numerous but dim-few there are who are strong and constant as the North Star All traveling, but in different directions Which way shall I go? -the way less traveled by? but is brighter?- Or the mob of torment and wickedness... I wonder...as a body-I ponder...as a spirit- I feel...as a soul My life splits, my heart pushed, A sojurner comes to me and i travel with the few-To the kingdom of Righteousness. Diana Lynn Graff |
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