The False Light

October 9, 2012
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lost on the river of sorrow
I lay on my raft
Dead trees line the shores

I stand on my raft looking for some sort of light
none can be found
until I saw a tree one of radiant light

I washed up on the shore
at the base of the tree I stood
it was beautiful...

till it shrivelled and died...
I stand alone in darkness the only sound I hear is the river and my tears.

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