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Life MAG
By Anonymous

   LifeMorning ...the painted horse rocks slowly into the sunrise,comforting dreams awakened.A beginning,unknowing of the sun's sleep.Cries of joy seep from the heav...

Elizabeth Yang BRONZE, Coquitlam, Other
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#479333 Poetry
By Seattle_Sleepless SILVER
River Ridge, Louisiana
Seattle_Sleepless SILVER, River Ridge, Louisiana
9 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t judge me until you know me; you might like me better.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;No boy is worth crying over, and the one that is won&#039;t make you cry&quot; -Mom (she got it somewhere-doesn&#039;t remember)

#479334 Poetry
By Erryn SILVER
Bangor, Maine
Erryn SILVER, Bangor, Maine
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space &quot;between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.&quot; ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

#479335 Poetry
BlackBetty1 GOLD, Boise, Idaho
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
It will be alright in the end, if its not alright its not the end. -unknown

#479336 Poetry
By Zoe-22-Turner DIAMOND
Beverly, Massachusetts
Zoe-22-Turner DIAMOND, Beverly, Massachusetts
99 articles 33 photos 91 comments
#479337 Poetry
By aidan44 PLATINUM
Verona, Wisconsin
aidan44 PLATINUM, Verona, Wisconsin
23 articles 0 photos 3 comments
#479338 Poetry
By KevinMcCarty BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan
KevinMcCarty BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#479339 Poetry
By SunshineLove BRONZE
Cannon Falls, Minnesota
SunshineLove BRONZE, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Frodo: I can&#039;t do this, Sam.<br /> Sam: I know. It&#039;s all wrong. By rights we shouldn&#039;t even be here. But we are. It&#039;s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn&#039;t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it&#039;s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn&#039;t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.<br /> Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?<br /> Sam: That there&#039;s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it&#039;s worth fighting for.

#479340 Poetry
By Adam Hathaway BRONZE
Portland, Oregon
Adam Hathaway BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
1 article 0 photos 0 comments