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harborne
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Mine's just a short one:
I am a twinkling;
Flung from eternity to life.
I've played on sunbeams
But now I'm here,
scorched by the harsh sands of time,
Cut by it's cruel winds and hunched;
Running scared.
Crying, quietly screaming;
Fumbling blindly on my way,
Seeing paths and then losing them
On my way to eternity.
© C Zagorski 1988
I am a twinkling;
Flung from eternity to life.
I've played on sunbeams
But now I'm here,
scorched by the harsh sands of time,
Cut by it's cruel winds and hunched;
Running scared.
Crying, quietly screaming;
Fumbling blindly on my way,
Seeing paths and then losing them
On my way to eternity.
© C Zagorski 1988
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