Why I see it again my past and the future
Why the present me beams when it knows the circle
As the sun goes down and it's rays bare humble
I see it clearly as if my own power of wonder
The hands that flirt and the smile that's contagious
A warm being a friend who will turn to foe at a corner
Oh I will gaze you again yet again o my precious
As we walk through the winds still soar still hurdle
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Author:
arial (
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Comments1
A most interesting write that provokes thought. Well done
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