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Still Looking

Still looking
As long as there are rhymes, 
Will I live if I keep time?
And these concerns of lost romance;
Why am I looking back to glance
And beside a rivers tributary, 
If I pray my last Hail Mary;
Will it ever come to me?
Why I swim this empty sea.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 11, 2011 at 7:23 AM
Hey Leonard! Oh that "sea", looks so empty will always has something moving somewhere below the surface. I've missed out on reading your writes, and for this I am very sorry. You haven't been sitting on your pen with the ink drying in your pocket...I've a lot of catching up to do!! Wishing you and yours the best!! Mikki
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