Purity lost in time...Native American
Mysteries of the past a stroll into the unknown
A beauty lost in time
Purity white as snow
Missing from my sight
Sadness washing upon me
Crying soul touches my mind breaking my heart
Where to search among the universe
As I waltz with the Angels
And dance the steps of loneliness
That which is stronger than me
Calling and grasping my inner thoughts
Where is this beauty that evades me?
My memory of the past, a whisper in the wind
Nameless in my eyes yet touching my essence
Like a mystery she crosses my sights
Touching me as I search
Into the days and nights
This beauty just beyond my reach
A feeling of a sense as I wander among this earth
Through the valleys and hills
Over the treetops I search
No one to be seen
As my life strolls
Further into the unknown
Time missing from sight
Crying sadness touching my mind
Breaking my heart
White as snow a beauty has lost
It's Purity.
by Art Sun 
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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