Through twisted branches I find my way, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Can I really clearly see whereto I go When only barely I know from whence I came? And here I am, walking on that path That swath through branches twisted My eyes, my friends turned foe But even so No harm they do …
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Epilogue
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Eclectic
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Quoetic
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.-Edgar Allan Poe





