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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 9:15 pm
Krell stands slowly and then out reaches his right hand and speaks softly.
"this hand of mine can embrance my love,
or push it away
It can clam a wounded one,
or make that wound that much more."
Krell rises his hand up and trys to grab the light above him, then feeling nothing at all.
"These hands can give happiness,
but they cannot hold it.
They can cuase hate,
yet cannot stop the hate they have cused."
Krell pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around hismelf, with shut eyes and a tilted head.
"I am nothing in the dust of time,
My life will brush away without a blink of the eye."
Krell opened his eyes, his green eyes looking out to everything of the wrold.
"But, I am Everything now,
I will not let my life be ruined by the Blink of the eye.
I am Everything, I am Nothing, But I won't be a nothing now...."
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 6:33 pm
Wow... eek ... sweatdrop That's deep! Read Beens! It's a very good poem, very good!
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 7:03 pm
Wow! Fantastic imagery, I could really see everything happen in my mind. wink
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 4:01 pm
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