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￭ Echoes of the Past, Voices of the Present: A Comparative Study of 14th and 20th Century Poetry
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2003-11-15 | |
As the winter comes into my soul, and into the world around me, my feelings burn, burn inside as melting lava, burn as the fires of Earth.
My quest has come to a turning point, it has reached new heights .
As I try to leave behind me things of the past, I find myself in a world I donâ€™t belong.
In my mind thoughts come and go, questions are born, doubt arise as a blizzard blows furiously trying to burrow the few questions I already found.
War is ragging over the land for a decade and battles are win or lost with little or no hope for peace. New front lines are opened with old and new enemies, and as incertitude clouds reason, making harder and harder telling friend for foe, I find myself as a general with a scattered army across the waist land.
Years passed one after the other and time lays down itâ€™s countless seconds, layer by layer forming an endless solid rock of nothing. Achievements, memories, civilizations are buried under this ever falling dust, continuously sinking in the Swamps of Oblivion. The only thing that disturbs the tranquility of the endless Space is the cry of our race trying not to sink desperately wanting to survive, amazingly resemblance to the ants that swim in a flood.
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