Sunday, June 22, 2008

all of these comprise

All the places and faces
I have seen;
all the music
that has caught my ears;
all the years
of hopes and dreams
and smiles through tears
and wearied sighs;
all these comprise
the life I know,
a journey ragged
by reflections of Paradise.

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