Epitaph for a StrangerI know not how you lie.... The winter grows old and weeps its white lead Do you remember dead trees and quarrelsome magpies? Still, the earth is tired, and tired every day The loathsome kill of frosty betrayal Makes the bones ache and the tiny green roots Tucked far below long for new days Unburdened days Shall I write a bittersweet memory? Would your stone carry your weight in anectdotes Half forgotten on pages of time Countless hours you spent in bed before getting up Yet I was the same... huddling in my own warmth Those mornings, we never thought aboEpitaph for a Stranger
the open sky
Invisibility
hewos
just dropping by
/waves hands in the air and runs through gallery
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Reality Is What You Believe it To Be
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i love people who make such false accusations.. says a lot about you.
later.
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“Life isn't about finding yourself //|\\ Life is about creating yourself.”
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"Forgive me,
I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God "
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Cheers!
~ Jamberry ~
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