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My Rubicon

Whisper her name. Let the word flow through me. Now say it again. It fosters a melody so sweet and proud. I’m overcome by gentle dreams. “Veronica” Voices inside me come and go. They cry out for time and space. And a chance to make things right, But I’m afraid to see her again. I don’t want to fail her. Not again. “Empty your mind.” “Don’t hide from what is honest.” I’m suffocating in suspense. What am I in her eyes now? Dare I ask? An answer delivers my destiny. Ecstasy if yes. Exile if no. The Rubicon stands before me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 4/8/2016 3:28:00 AM
Alan Brown, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. ~LINDA~
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