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Last roads
, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
Out there
Halfpenny moment
28-06-1914
3 foot ruler
ABANDONED
About Tomorrow
ABSURB
Acceptance
ACCESSORY
ACROSS THE LINE
ADVERSITY OF VANITY
AIMLESS
ALTERNATIVE BELFAST
AMERICAN DIPLOMACY
AND ALL THAT THERE
AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN
ANGELS
ANGELS CARING
ANGELS FALLING
ANNOYING SUCKER
ANYONE
AN INOFFENSIVE MAN
ART OF LIFE
ASKING A QUESTION
ASSUMPTION
AS WE CHOOSE
ATOMIC NUMBER (6}
ATTEN--SHUN
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RHYTHM OF THE SKY
RHYTHM OF THE SKY
Gossamer valleys,
Mountainous peaks.
Looking upwards only
the plane,between me,and
The freedom, of the sky.
Above the clouds,I stare
Towards infinity.
Horizons flow past,cast
In golden brown serrated hues.
Flying from sunset' to sunrise.
Rhythms of the sky beguile.
Only God is above,and
The ochre serrated earth
of Australia Lies,far below,
cut by ribbons of dirt trails.
Vast landscapes slip, into
Blue green oceans, seemly
Cradling mother earth.
I sit, and watch this
Never-ending portrait
Of,Gods beauty.
I'm soaring onwards-
Towards my home.
RHYTHM OF THE SKY
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