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Love, art, philosophy. My forever Sun.
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Most web pages are about "Me". "This is me, this is who I am." This page is dedicated to "us". You and I. My name isnt important, and neither is your's. Not here. We are "One".
I think that you will find me here, and you may even find yourself. Please feel free to e-mail me, share this site with your friends, and visit often, as I am not a writer, rather, I write. And this page will change often. Me sharing myself, with you. Let me begin by sharing with you, a little bit of me. Maybe you will see yourself in me.
The walking man.
The walking man travels alone and proud,
down the roads and trails of the world.
The raven on his shoulder speaks to him,
of mysteries and philosophies.
Every step he takes,
he becomes more one.
Moments in time, he watches,
from behind the mask.
Worldly material gained and lost.
loves, found and left.
Lives, reated and taken.
In his pain, comes his strenght.
Through his change,
comes his constant.
As the rain makes love to his soul,
the raven takes the pain of the walking,
with its words of power.
As his still, blue ocean eyes,
pierce the midnight society,
he walks.
Throught the rain, her magic green eyes
stab his soul.
From inside of stormy still water,
the raven shifts.
She sings her words onto paper,
as a rain tear slides,
to her soft red lips.
And the raven,
whispers to me.
E-Mail me at [email protected]
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