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Miracles often can be false
A lost hope, never having strong belief
Some imagine them as a spare dream
A memory of something else
But some have faith in them
They know they exist
They’ve felt the dew of a miracle touch them
The warm relief they bring…
So much horror, so much pain, too much –encircling
The one last chance, the late realization,
the dawn of death, the will to live, it’s impossible to turn back
And then in silence
The last breath
Darkness of an ending life swirls
And the miracle kneads into the dying mind
And saves it, awakens it again before it falls through
To make it live again
To show the truth of a miracle.

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ShadowSpirit ’04