A Celebration
By sidewinder
Force, Forging tremendous power in a array of blinding light, To what ends? That is yet to be found... in this troubled mind, Shadows crossing over to a reality barely touched, Conceptions... Contradictions... Merely objections of obscurity, For thy forethought is forever seen in truth, But guided through dreams and aspirations of those yet to be born, Future generations bring on a new hope and a new day is born. March 27, 1996 Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 09:49 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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