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In Tomorrow's Shade

Two mistakes had been made with my conscience under attack, One was to let it go, the other was taking it back. Spoken words cast the blame and I entirely agreed That so much had been moved beyond the hour of my need. Somewhere just past the night walks the young lad that I outgrew, Sees it all through my eyes but from a simpler point of view. Whispers glide unspoken through stormy ravages of Spring, Bluebird’s spirit's broken and she has fallen from the wing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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