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And down in the valley, here I slumber, And the sky changes above me and my sleeping eyes see it. It grumbles and the wind breaks the clouds, the clouds split the light until there is none. But come dawn, the light burns the mist and the fog rolls back over some far off sea. And here on the rocky floor I sleep on. And why not? Dusk hits the valley and the sky burns with brilliance. In gold and amber and scarlet the canvas above me burns in lovely violence. But darkness covers all, that by morning a new day is drawn on the sky, all the more beautiful for the night it has succeeded.
Everything good in life will fall to pieces--everything--just before they come together in a pattern more beautiful than whence they shattered.
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Posted by yalith777 on 2008-04-23 17:02:36 | Rating: | Views: 96
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Very nice work!
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Posted by wlamebull
on 2008-04-23 17:26:42
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absolutely wonderful, good write.
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Posted by spiritualcoma
on 2008-04-23 18:57:45
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Wow! i love it, you are good at this!
xx
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Posted by missmarie
on 2008-04-23 19:15:18
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