The Beat Of Life

The drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance. The players dance to the beat of life. They dance to an invisible script. One that was encoded since first breath. The sky cries its tears. The tears of life and growth. Whether we rejoice...

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Who Can Tell

* * * Who can tell? * * * You could say it was the balmy summer night, or those three blue moons, when you leaned on my shoulder and, with a coy grin, whispered, 'You're such a catch you know, and you'll find the glove of your life soon...

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What's me necklace?

Anyway, the symbol is called an [ogham](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ogham), a letter of the medieval irish alphabet.

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Still

symbolically the richest of my poems!

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Full Circle

Full Circle Strong cypress lies aside me Grown out of a field Mockingbird sings freely Never forced to yield. A river of molten rock Runs not far beyond The deer and the crane Visible from any stalk Yet under the pouring rain May yet breed a...

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Per Patientia Ch. 4

Town of Sierudd, Rroan ![preview?page=919559&filename=Meerk+-+Josrila+Zosurne+-+small.jpg](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/preview?page=919559&filename=Meerk+-+Josrila+Zosurne+-+small.jpg) The lizard wore a dissenting frown. Still, she tried to...

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QUICK SYSTEM EXPLANATION

So, hello everyone who just got a notification! And all the others who found this! I have lately decided to change the way of writing this story. Don't worry, you will get enough words (in the end around 60,000 excpected. Maybe more.) But I have...

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Sin

It was a pleasant day, the sun shining bright along the forest clearing. There were no sounds of the city: No honking cars, and frustrated shouts: Just chirping birds, singing their pleasant songs to all near. Neither was there any cement or concrete...

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Missing

Missing Here I lay in the earth Only one of 7 billion One in a hundred Millions die and millions live Soon to be trillion In this place of mirth And filled with dread What can I give? There is a distant ceiling In a room with no doors And...

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Contents of Epilogue

Mountains over mountains of seas galore, Oceans within lakes of trees and dust, In our putrescent flesh they bid a loser's sore Conclave evicted in the Sun's rust. But we... ...let the green light wash the seeping soil of filth As they...

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I am

I am the raven flying free No nest to roost, no sleep for me I am the tiger who hunts on his own By tooth and nail I come undone I am the ocean, deep and cold Hidden old legends forever untold I am the solitude in the air Wandering endlessly...

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FOR A WISH

In the center of the room lay a tall figure - a crow, wearing a yellow robe, adorned with symbols of unknown origin. the crow thrashed on the ground, gripping his hand, which was covered in simmering boils. "curses!

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