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| Open Faces |
| There is no silence to repeat, no wanting is waiting. My freedom shines with youth. It has no abating, the feel of wonder's wings. The air is pure. Sunlight is her whim. My heart is sure. There is no broken bond, no pain at all, at all. Hopes on a palette streaming to a waterfall of kind future memories. The laugh lays just below the heart. The magic stays. This is the time of what joy is supposed to be, a thrilling nervousness, hunger in a watchful sea. A sense of sharing the same thing, same sight, same realization this is not a game. What will be, will be. Is that not some rule? Let all players kneel at the line, tension fuels the race for a bonding of two singles to make an "ours." And there is more to take. What the body and mind seek is peace, more, a loving peace. Simple knowledge comes to fore that all is free with the giving, and embraces what is offered with acceptance, open faces. Hold the heart with trembling hands. Offer it to whom you love for kindness. Suffer it within vagaries, hold to a clear thought that she is the very answer sought. Copyright 1999 DPMcClellan |
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