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Tearing at the shroud, of an empty page
Staring at the lines that have faded with age
Reflecting on the dream, so real, so true
Could it be, somehow I've always known you
Thoughts breed silence to my waking mind
Open my eyes, yet still remain blind
A thousand times, I've tried to see
What once was lost, may be in front of me
Yet still I wander aimlessly
And wonder what's in store for me
Lost among my own desire
Afraid to feel the yearning fire
Smile at me in the dawns dim light
Take my hand, devour the fight
Breathe me into your weary soul
Warm my heart for it grows so cold
Copyright © Nicole Gulizia | Year Posted 2012
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