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Friday, May 4, 2012

Epic

Epic exists only in poems and dreams.
We no longer know hoe to be bold.
We only care to breathe and survive,
Leaving Souls empty and hearts beating cold.


Paradise has gone missing for good.
We've stopped looking for treasure and gold.
We've begun caring only for shelter and warmth.
Fairy Tales are things only to be told.


Before Love is lost forever,
We must come to our senses, I'm told.
We must recover Joy and Wonder.
We must re-enter the fold.