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The regrets of a young man. The foolish choices he made. A beautiful little Soul, was torn, twisted and turned. Her, free spirit would eventually crash and be burned. Her, fragile heart would reach out, try to touch, it yearned - for One, to show love, to show she truly did care – - for the Other, who was ( in spirit ) but never there . This beautiful little Soul, lived within the confines of rage, pain and hate, while the foolish, free spirit turned another page and wandered across this continent on the wings of his Bird. Every day this little Soul, looked back from whence he came, as her face - captured – stared at him, her voice he always heard. The miles, the years slipped by, nothing would be the same!!! The heartache, the pain, the rage fueled the name of a game that left this little Soul, lost in a space, between two forces she could not reconcile, could not find solace in the courses that lay before her confused and troubled, young mind. Two Poles, divergent, young and foolish, proved unkind, to this little Soul, Her, essence they left for Her, alone to find. Years of uncertainties, doubts did enfold her fragile soul. Far to many years came between - before she came to know what it was that lay buried deep, beneath what did show. I am truly, so very sorry for not being there to help Her, grow, to help Her, find her angelic voice and sing Her, life’s song. I live with the blue of regret, the black for all I have done wrong, yet, I have found solace in Her, angelic voice, singing Her, song, knowing that there has come a connection and a resurrection. My Lady, fair, when sings and dances, brings tears to my eyes. With thoughts of what I have missed, my heart and soul cries. I look into the face of this Woman, who’s soul fills the skies with beauty that came from within, not me, and that is my sin, a man who is but an empty, hollow shell beneath his skin. B. J. “A” 2 September 25th 2012
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