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Horizon

Posted in gift, perfectionism, poetry on January 15, 2010 – 6:38 pm
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The line is always there.

We all know it;
we all see it.
Poets,
songwriters,
motivational speakers ~
they all praise it
It’s the symbol of hope
and new beginnings,
a new day dawning,
a future that waits,
or a journey that beckons.
But the line always moves
and lies just out of reach as
the further we travel
the farther it seems

This entry was written by jacksvalentine, filed under gift, perfectionism, poetry.
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