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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Oct 28, 2004 10:36:54 GMT -5
As I stand and watch, the flames of the fire burn it seems like an illusion every flame has its turn the be the brightest flame that burns. To hear the crackling and the pops of the fire that never stops. The fire is an illusion that never dies down there will always be the colors and sounds.
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Post by T.J. Barber on Oct 28, 2004 14:58:43 GMT -5
Wow, this one really hit home with me also. I have often thought of life as one big illusion and this poem really made me feel like I wasn't the only crazy one....lol....great poem
TJ
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Post by John Barnett on Nov 1, 2004 19:23:25 GMT -5
Very good, I really like this
Johnathan
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