05-05-2011, 11:48 AM
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The Reforms
Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition
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Beside the lake of my soul, I stand
Watching…
Waiting…
Anticipating…
The wind cuts and rain slashes,
Lightning blinds and thunder crashes.
Dark is the night, with a soft red glow,
Until jagged lines of light, make clouds a rainbow.
Raindrops fall from the sky like knives,
Tearing flesh and exposing lies.
The wind cries for those without tears,
Lamenting the lost fountain of years.
By the lake of my soul, I stand in fright,
But my spirit sours with the beauty of the night.
We scream in silence dreading the end.
Watching…
Waiting…
Anticipating…
{ This photo was taken on August 9, 2010 in Idaho, USA (just outside of Boise). Photo by: Dylan MacMaster.}
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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