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The burning question
Contributed by
Tferguson
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Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 08:11:19 PM in AEST
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What tips the scales of the world?
makes it beautiful, makes it rotten.
Is it that people love too much.
Maybe nature cannot burden our hate.
Sometimes the rain tells you all it's secrets.
Or it comes on the breeze like electricity.
Maybe there is no reason for it, and that's the way it is.
No reason for snow or blood in the veins.
Perhaps we just demand something more, are we almighty?
Well we do die for our sins, as others die.
Are we the balance of things?
I wish i could understand, be farther than these bones, although maybe the view would not be so pretty.
Just maybe we invent such scales to measure against, just clinging on to what we clutch when we die; love letters , roses and photographs.
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Re: The burning question
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 08:31:58 PM AEST
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searing in souls, one question at a time, with no answer, not a one in any style or form that is complete ...
I think we're in and then we go someplace new where questions and their answers are.
Nice Poem!
Peace!
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Re: The burning question
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by Astronoe on
Monday, 24th June 2013 @ 09:51:17 PM AEST
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| A melancholy inner monologue, but a purposeful and nicely expressed one. |
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