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by Paul Apr 21, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
There is no end to what’s begun, For it continues to swirl. Like water in a whirlpool, It takes in all that’s real. But every night and every day, It shall continue to consume. You fall in with the rest, A school of swarming fish. There is no way to resist, You just want to be with them. No care in the world as to how they go, No care as to what they will do. But are they real, Or are they shadows? All just trying to deceive you.
by troubled
awesome! love it a lot!! keep it up!! *jenny*