Those moments carefully stored away, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am walking over hallowed ground Over graveyards white and bleached It’s perfectly silent, there is no sound The world is quietly beseeched I keep on treading, trudging I behold my soul grudging As I step over sticks and Styx Because time has lost it’s …
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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.-Edgar Allan Poe





