Those Lost SoulsA Poem by Tracie Skarbo
Ripe souls
March
Through fields
Of yesterday…
Forgotten lives
Live through
Dark scenes
Of yesteryear…
Forgotten is
The love
The laughter
Of life before…
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1 Review Added on November 2, 2009 Last Updated on December 16, 2009 AuthorTracie SkarboCanadaAboutLearning consists of daily accumulating. The practice of the Tao consists of daily diminishing; decreasing and decreasing, until doing nothing. When nothing is done, nothing is left undone. True.. more..Writing
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