ubermensch - I can't agree with you on that. I don't know many things about myself that I'm yet to discover, we never know the next minute. You mean to say those are all not ours?
.:A:. - Yeah, I was reading it again. And you are right. Lucky you, you're getting to travel alot. My feet are itching to get on the move again!
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Very nice contrasts in this poem. I particulary liked darkest vs. thinest. One would not usually think of the comparison.
.:A:. - Really? That never occured to me. I was gonna think of 'Frailest', but somehow the fingers typed somethign else! You're still traveling?
Does hope slip away or does the mind give up.....
Perhaps that will answer your question
The Hissing Saint
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Anon - Our minds always give up. We choose not to chase.
hmmm, a way with words ,forlorn....it wasnt urs why speak of forsake??
ubermensch - What if it was mine and I never knew?
quick...
if you dont know then it isnt yours
Good you went for thinest - it is much more powerful in this context!
Yes, I'm still traveling.
ubermensch - I can't agree with you on that. I don't know many things about myself that I'm yet to discover, we never know the next minute. You mean to say those are all not ours?
.:A:. - Yeah, I was reading it again. And you are right. Lucky you, you're getting to travel alot. My feet are itching to get on the move again!
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