Lorelei Complex

by halophoenix

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I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
that made lady sing the blues
I am the spark that makes your idea bright
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother ’son’
the story that just begun, the promise of what’s to come
and I’m-a remain a soldier until the war is won

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The last of the flowers.

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In a matter of days, this tree will be flush with bright, green leaves. But the flowers were pretty while they lasted.
28th Apr 2009, 19:39  

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tyranny658 says:

they are pretty, but, no they don't last long :(

30th Apr 2009, 15:42

halophoenix says:

It's okay! If they didn't go, I wouldn't have the summer shade to rest in. Nothing is permanent. :)

1st May 2009, 03:50

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