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Lost From Sight

I followed the path as if I had a choice I lit the candle and I heard the voice the whisper in silence the taunt in the night the locust of despair the hope lost from sight all of the possibilities that hide in my dreams the wings of the angel her halo that gleams words don't match the lips it is all out of sync like an old B movie pushing me over the brink it doesn't always make sense I feel it just the same the rhymes and the reasons of all foolish games I sort it all out like laundry on the floor I close tight the window and open wide the door

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/19/2010 6:02:00 AM
John, the last verse means it is all sorted out, closing the window means ending the problem JB
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Date: 8/18/2010 2:24:00 PM
seems incompleat. john
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Date: 8/18/2010 8:50:00 AM
one of my favorite reads of your works JB...nicely done...TAH
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