"Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold."

Friday, March 25, 2005

Mirage


Life's flames are burning
Fickle paths weaving in an erractic maze
Visionary dreams flickering in the distance
A mirage of scenes playing out frame by frame
Advancing slowly forward, the scenes begin to blur
Each step stripping away the mirage's existence
Until the distance is veiled in complete shadow
Once again
(by Heather M.)

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