Familiar Soul
I spilled little pieces I couldn't hold...
Through my fingers I watched them fold...
I know it sounds a little too familiar...
But these see through dreams are still her...
Just maybe this may reflect eyes I haven't seen yet...
But its a soul I touched and dreamed with...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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