Tuesday, October 28th, 2008 | Author: markross
Images left behind, caught in space and time.
Forever will they last, when the future moves so fast? As bright as the stars will shine, glowing
gracefully through the night. Will we come together? Will we last forever? The past is traveling fast, before it we must
be, striving to reach a new height,
a path to which we succeed. To new lands of hope, I wish to sail away; to
think about tomorrow, while living for today. The light at the end of the tunnel,
illuminating more my way, and the gold at the
end of the rainbow, moves closer by the day. Copyright © 2005 Mark Ross
Category: Poetry
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