Guest guest Posted December 12, 2005 Report Share Posted December 12, 2005 Poets use words to strip bare As wing-footed gods, Bleeding arrows in weaknesses As Flesh, Where death becomes the only messenger, And time stands still The curtain is drawn, As the soul travels Homeward bound, The Dreamer Awakens The stage is lit, And the play goes on...and on... Ana From hedi poetryvortex http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3541142188899671208 & q=last+breath Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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