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Dusk
When youâre on an endless highway
is there any hope at all
that a destination will be reached,
and you can finally fall
back in the arms of the one you lost,
in the home you left behind?
For despite the years spent traveling,
more highwayâs all I find.
They say that lifeâs a journey,
comprised within a dream.
A quest designed to test the will
and faith...
Sunday 7th April 2024 5:12 pm
Northern Lights (54th)
Northern Lights (54th)
The Northern Lights are ablaze tonight
And, oh, Iâm feeling down.
You never could just treat me right,
You always played around.
This fallen angelâs lost his wings
And come, at last, to ground â
While all the while my world turns
And those Northern Lights go round.
The heavens glow with neon arcs
The skyline blazes brigh...
Thursday 27th June 2013 4:01 pm
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