Words to pour from gentle lips
Or subtle strokes of finger tips
To roll across a distance great
For hardened heart, to infiltrate
Small footprints of words soft spoken
Come to mend the beats once broken
To dance around and sweep away
Clouds shrouding life in dismal grey
For these words were made to shine
To clear the fog, in their due time
Yet something seems to fall just short
Cease the beating, mind frame export
To hear the things being said
But linger deep inside the head
And ponder if these words can breech
A protected soul, can they reach
To wonder if it's just a frame
And walk away, head hung in shame
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Written October 8th, 2006
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I'm not even sure I know why it's there anymore Vickie. It's more like numbness has taken over and I just exist sometimes. But thank you for the comments.
Storm -
Autumn, I feel your pain, though possibly in different ways, I surely can feel it. The words here, though sad, are beautiful in their expression. Straight from your heart.
My love to you hon
Vickie
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