A human dilemma
If this life is like a dreamof a shallow woodland stream
'neath the autumn sunlight's gleam -
then rest a moment while I weep
for the rivers running deep
and the reach of mountains steep.
For I will soon be taken
to the sleep of things forsaken
never then to reawaken.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2012-01-25 at 18:48




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