once more, an unfamiliar journey
yet fair, this lap which must be run
outdistanced by the future
bound into an inevitable race of one
hesitate, or leap forward unafraid
empty of regret, blind to the lost illusion
the pounding excavation of tomorrow
at the font of love's confusion
so hail the unsung hero now
for yesterday is soon undone
sliced from memory, yet written
in the scars of time, for some
Copyright © 2004-2010 by Eryll Oellermann
Day Four
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This is the bed Glen and I are sleeping on here at the Cabana House. I do
believe it is a double bed and I realize that most couples used to sleep on
do...
7 hours ago
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