I think when I’m alone
what I’d like to do
is travel through time
and have a rendezvous
with all the ones
that I have been.
See all the different faces
and look into their eyes.
See if they remember me
or even recognize
that we are the same,
no matter color or sex?
For we emanated from the soul
that God always protects.
I’m sure that there were some
that were quite different than me.
And with that understanding,
I’d solve life’s mystery.
But time traveler I am not.
So I must do the best I can
right here on this big old earth,
and pray I’ll return again.
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- Emptyness, advija hrustic
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- Dessert Deluge ..... [ 'just' DESSERTS,.., Bri Edwards
- Standard asset, gajanan mishra
- AnyThing In ReTurn, Kewayne Wadley
- If all we know is love, Mark Heathcote
- Remove Yourself From Bitterness, Ronell Warren Alman
- Fornicating In The Bowels Of Unswerving .., Captain Cur
- im not okay, Faith Taylors
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