| Dark glasses Dark glasses hid away the little girl, shielded her from the temptation to pursue her dreams. Pain slithered and shadowed her every move, denying rest and peace of mind. Pleasure would open it�s door, to touch and taste love�s bloom, only to slam shut, with deceit and betrayal. So shroud your auburn locks, and sparkling gems for eyes. Brush away the tears and move on. Lest you should face the pain and find comfort within. Paul Fresco Fort Worth, Texas Copyright �2002 Paul Fresco All rights reserved. BACK E-MAIL |