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| In-Between Between the hard and softer parts, Of what�s become my wanting heart, Is where you live now, searching me For a glimpse of what will be. Our emotions ride the highs and lows, Existing outside yes and no. So we meet between the dark and light, Letting go of wrong and right. We can�t hold on nor chance let go. It�s much too fast and too slow. We fail to see, though know so much And expose our hearts, but fail to touch. Balanced on this in-between, Inviting fate, it often seems, For a chance to win at all, With open eyes, we risk the fall. Douglas Fletcher 09/04/2001 |
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