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Jul 18, 2002 23:32

Evening turns to Night to Early Morn...
And a steady beat keeps me company.
Hours slip into a kiss.
A quick snap,
Acts of Love and Beauty seen by some.
A mourning visit of silence and flashes,
to bring closure.
Words missed, but closer.
And a cup of tea to soothe the worried heart.

poetry, bliss

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