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This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
Thinking of all the reasons that I love You I find too many to say Could it be Your inconsitencies, Your patters, or is it Your Relentlessly Free Mind and Untamed Heart beating fiercely each day?
An escape from reality A world that I can explore at any time or place
The glow and look in your eye. A shock of excitement from your smile. Spread of warmth from those delicate hands Maybe even a stride in your walk
To all wounds of the heart, Time is the antidote. Designed like a coat Soothing the pain as it impart It is nonpareil It understands what you want As time acts more than a confidant
The only one left, a rarity indeed.I remember the day they chose me back in 1983.I still keep the tag on to remember how much it cost to get them.Stitched to perfection, fitted with a sensual emblem.
We are students Some of us fail Some misunderstood Some prosper Some are just late bloomers You find yourself Your crowd Your personality Your soul
It Does Not Exist Yet we run on hands, Hands that reach out and hit those cursed numbers. It dictates when we do things, but can we stop it? Ever since we came into this world,
A silver hair spins a thousand tales unspun. It comes, drifts, sinks and leaves, Blinded by what it thinks, hears and sees. In a world where the two, seeks the one.