Moiety
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Softly swaying
bare branches dance in the breeze
from within my room I lay consumed in silence
I watch the changing days decay before my eyes
summer, but now a resonating dream deep within
each memory....I see in facets of unknowing
softly swaying
fragments still remain.....
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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