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My first vacation in years, so I go to the land of my ancestors, Scotland
A friend accompanies me, her first choice to tour, the vaults underneath Edinburgh
Of, all the choices throughout the land
So, I humor my friend, in a way this might be quite surreal.

Our tour guide is rather good, as she tells tales of the darkness and macabre
I must admit, as we descend into the vaults, or a moment there anxiety filled my very soul
When we are inside, it is so hard to believe people conducted business and lived here
Creepy, haunting, these places are, if the tour guides intent was fear, well she achieved her goal.

The smell of damp putrid earth, fills the entire vault
We, only having oil lamps to dimly light our way
God, the sadness and heartache, that must be imprinted of the walls of these vaults
I these walls could talk, of those that here that used to work and play

These vaults meant to keep the Edinburgh population minimal
But only the poor would find their destiny, would be here
The irony is no fantasy here, only the truth told in this tale
Being here in their century, even I can feel their horrible fear.

The farther in I go, the more the hairs stand straight up on my neck
I have this feeling of being watched, I just can't shake
'If any place be haunted this place is prime real estate
If ever there be a skeptic, it was I until I came here, where things cannot be fake.

At the end of the tour, my friend's intentions, became very clear
Her trying to teach me there are things we yet do not understand
Whether paranormal or normal, not understanding, doesn't mean to fear
Keep an open mind, to in and everything through out the land

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Hello..

I have nothing else to do,
Right now,
during my music download session..
And,i was thinking..
If not,somehow,
I better explore the poetry's world..
And,it's amazing..
It is said that the poets,
Write their life,
Other's lives..
And indeed,
In some of their poems,
I encounter that side..
And again,the tides
Come again..
And,the other's need
To know about something,
Has no blame..
Either be there poets,
Who now,wondering
What's best
To write,
There's no test
In this quest'..
I was reading..
And,then,thinking..
If those poets wrote
About their life,
Then,i believe
That my quote
Has some answers to find..
On the other side,
I know!
I know that some who write
About elements of their life
Are bright!
So,open minded persons,indeed,
Are the link between that world
And the other one..
Today,one set in the ground a seed
Of a tree..and who knows
In a tomorrow-day,what will be?
A pine-tree?
But,indeed,
Tendency i have,
To believe,
That they strive..
Strive to create..
And they carry with them,the need..
The need of knowing..
The need of asking..
The need of thinking..
The need of searching..
The need of ...
Many needs a human can have..
To express feelings,
Way of writing found
In their writings;
But hey,who's gonna say it loud?!?!
Me!
As u see!

Nice for you,
Sharing moments of your life..
And then,on the other side,
What you do,
Is good...
Having a good mood
Of a chill-out rhytm
Made me to sweep
Some of my thoughts..
So,i guess that now,
Its time to go on..
But i wonder how
I'll do that..
When i wait the dawn?
Eh,what matters time,
In a world in which do not exist?
Better,wishing that this night
To finish my downloading list..
Not so easy..hehehe..
On another day..
Cos i will get dizzy..
Have a good day!

H2S04