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Raja's Insight 
Walking through the woods at the end of time
Walking in the woods
Down by Ft Belvoir
In the wildlife refuge
Lost in space
Looking at the fog covered mystic woods
And a bridge over a creek
Wondering about life
And death
And what did the trees think of us
Will mankind be around
For the next millennium
Or will someday soon
The world move one without us
The trees stare at me
Giving me a chill
As I knew that they knew
The end of man
Was coming soon
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Foggy bottom rising up
Trees scrawling all around
Encroaching atmosphere
Lost in silence.
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Just when she thought she had no way out of it, just when she could not see anything, a bridge appeared in front of her. To lead her on the way, to the way.
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Sepia
The evening light was sepia
when I looked upwards
like an old photograph
and slightly misty
like an old photograph
of undeveloped technique.
But that was looking upwards.
Down below the sepia darkened
turning brown as primeval mud
in an frightful ancient swamp.
Not a place to sit and contemplate the sepia
of the fading light
with the foreground blackening,
becoming yet more dense
in the fading light
becoming a place to hurry through
not a place to sit and contemplate
the changes
of the fading light.
Lynn White
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