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A Poem by april_moonflower

Too fast

Too bright, too much.

Why this, we continue to ask?

Still we are left behind

To pick up the pieces

The survivors of time.

Fragments remain

Woven into our daily lives

Along with the years come change

Our spaces in healing move forward

Swirling and blending into each other

What is it we have learned?

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Added on July 17, 2008

I'm a part time freelance writer living in the desert southwest. My first love is poetry and that's why I'm here. Namaste~ April more..