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SEARCH I don't know where tomorrow is she never comes around, I've lost my way to yesterday, she never can be found. I'm in between what never comes, and what can never stay, that moment I first saw her smile, then turn, and go away; deep in the never ending light, the peace we know as God, you'll see me looking for her then, how can you think it odd? When love has touched that part of me that only God might know, and in my life that's always now, I have to let it show. And in the light, that day of truth, some say, I shouldn't dare, to reach for what can never be, but I will find her there. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet