Sand HillA Poem by Funknone
She pulled from hand the left and right
the fingers fold to bend the light what once was form is now distant what was then an honor, now discontent to shards become in shards remain fractures all that are left explain excuses come as do other waves in softest tides they wash away as flow does flow and as earth remains sand-hills form where once stood the man nothing sought still remains no imprint left on this plain of sand an echo somewhere and a distant pulse the dimness of marks the potential of out of dust we rise and in the dust we land Just do dance your dance, then pause, then lay into dust remain in dust the end... © 2010 FunkAuthor's Note
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Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorFunkSouth Western, NEAboutNot really much to say about me because I'm not sure I really know me yet. I love art, music and individualistic theme. Followers bore the hell out of me and that does fit here because while I admi.. more..Writing
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