Chasing Windmills IX - There's Nothing Left

Chasing Windmills IX - There's Nothing Left

A Poem by theklauz

There's nothing left but freedom,
        An unseen prize.
There's nothing left but words,
        Half of which are lies.
There's nothing left but living.
        Satisfaction?
There's nothing left but everything
        And everything's reaction.

© 2008 theklauz


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Added on February 17, 2008

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theklauz
theklauz

Woodstock, GA



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I love the way the human mind has learned to manipulate words and show just how beautiful life can be. Cela seul et rien de plus. more..

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