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Turning hands
Contributed by
Perfectly_Flawed
on
Wednesday, 11th August 2010 @ 12:46:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Can we take a step back
without falling?
Can we take a look back
without stalling?
We say all that's past,
has passed us over way too fast,
and all that's calling
will never cast the same body.
Within the marrow
Within the sands
We let hands move us past
one another.
Without a look eventually we bump into another.
By then there is a different tune humming
of a different storm that's coming.
And by then do we really know what's down?
Or up from all the things we've found?
Time is limited
Time is found
in the lockers of the bound,
Among the workers of the hands.
Within the limitless endings,
There's a tick that talks of envy
Of a place that's lending
Numbers to the space bending
Fortunate.
Yet even to those favored,
Whose time has wavered
There's a price to a pay.
A price payed in memories,
A price payed in days displaced.
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Re: Turning hands
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 11th August 2010 @ 01:51:48 PM AEST (User
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Such a magnetic write.
Words of wisdom.
smiles................
emy
awesome talent in these lines |
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Re: Turning hands
(User Rating: 1 ) by Potpourri on
Wednesday, 11th August 2010 @ 07:15:05 PM AEST (User
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Wow, u don't know it but this poem
couldn't have been read at a more
apropriate time, quite touching and
very meaningful to me . . .
ty 4 visiting my page also.
Potpourri . . . |
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