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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Stranger's Face
[time] => 2004-09-09 14:07:13
[hometext] => I often pause to wonder if there is anything at all in life that for once can be mine to delight in for in most I find only abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams. As my time grows thin I pray to my God, to ALLAH for something to dream.
[bodytext] => There I stood, upon the middle steps, upon the cusps of change, upon this earthly stage. What was has gone, into the night, all that's to be, are dawned and nigh. As I look, into the mirrowed lake, I saw a face, that did'nt quite fit. What I saw, was a stranger's face, that told me tales, of a stranger's fate. In his eyes, a heavy sadness rest, but in his heart, the tears are all but dry. In his soul, a pool of lonesome fears, but his dreams, has long begun to die. Upon his brows, a wrinkled forehead lined, his toughts and worries, the burdens of his times. Upon his face, a downcast angled frown, a man who's lost, and hope will never find. And then he spoke, with words that grief designed, "I am he," "Alas this fate is mine." *...for those who delight in the sunlight of the day it is well and fine to dream of clear blue skies, but for those who suffer crouched in the darkness of twilight there are none but the discarded embers of forgotten dreams and broken lives...* [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => BaronHawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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