Story
Friday, October 13, 2006
Flip.
Suddenly, it looked all different again.
The smell, the taste,
the understanding,
all so knowingly unknown.
Step.
The steps taken,
and those retracted,
they jotted out a path,
all so seemingly unseen.
Look.
Be enchanted by the mysterious,
those corners hidden by fog,
or portraits tainted,
all so creepy-ly surreal.
Amazed.
Be amazed at how much one can grow.
The world's a question to unravel,
and a journey to path,
all so amazingly undaunted.
Goodbye.
Say it with gusto,
say it with resignation,
that life is forever temporary,
it is always the spark that matters.
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