Wreckage of My Past
I sort through this wreckage in my past, fearless
I see the end of reflections in my rainbow
And new colors coming through
I see blue
Sifted, I find serenity
I see the end of the aftermath nearing
and memories endearing
I see you
Copyright © Julie Lawson | Year Posted 2007
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