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| The moment As the wind whistles with reckless abandon The sound of stillness again encompasses the present Sound seldom spoken, where the loneliness of subconscious prevails A singular tear serves to remind, that love taste bitter when it�s gone The moment seems an everlasting reflection Only the heart in similar circumstance can hear This orb ruled by compassion for the soul Reflection of the future to the time relative to the mind Loves echo�s beckon to, no one in particular Universe shoots a star across the sky As tears timelines are drawn on the face Resulting in pale almost undetectable aging To the naked eye This moment now is past The tremor of loves quake survived Time to brace for the next moments flash For the future moment, will soon arrive Copyright � 2000-2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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