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Saturday, October 25, 2008
Death of The Golden Age
It is natural, this death, Our pillars are not immune, The illusion of power In the image of gold Is sure to crumble, is crumbling Will turn to dust again.
Where will we find our happiness When the last golden leaf is gone?
4 comments:
Your blog just gets better and better. Wonderful stuff. What a gift!
Thank you RS, I'm very glad you are enjoying it.
perfect metaphor for these times!
qualcosa di bello, so true...
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