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The Great Wheel
written by Mars_Phoenix09:47 PM 3/17/05Empty paper cups that hold within a silent sigh;
Its contents have been spilled out on the walkway,
These tears the only medicine I ever had,
As you trample them in polished leather shoes,
Our eyes meet as you forget not to stare,
Emptyness personified in hollow eyes
That hold no hope nor wonder,
Yet reflect the grinding of cogs,
On the Great Wheel that forever revolves around us.
And I will sit on this sidewalk and watch the angels dance;
Inbetween the madness and chaos that surrounds the great game.
You'll never notice nor will it hold you in rapture,
Sitting in the quiet hours I breathe in the magic that I capture and weave my own portrait with this disheartened pallet.
Like sand I fall through the cracks and am forgotton within the endless halls of time;
I fall through myself like a mirror breaking I'm thrown into the air in a thousand tiny shards.
Floating in the waters of the past I find the colours to paint my portrait;
This canvas like a great museum,
It echoes what once was
And what will be;
Though the sun will yield to the moon,
It will arise again.
Reborn. |
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