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| Within The Shadows I can see her standing Within the shadows of my mind Eyes piercing through the darkness Searching for my soul I can hear her heart beating Calling me, asking to let her in Sounding with an aching need With a hunger of a thousand years I can smell her fragrance soft and sweet As though standing within a meadow from long ago The aroma of the most beautiful flowers Intoxicatingly drawing me closer within her realm I long to run to her and hold her close Yet my feet are frozen in place Is it my mind that won�t let me go Or this heart, guarded through the ages One day I will take that step I will run to her with open arms Taste her sweet lips Feel her heart beating within me Yet for now in the shadows she remains Only giving a glimpse from time to time Forever calling to me, drawing me near Darrin L. Broyhill (c) 2004 |
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