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Confusing Reality...

By Priestess

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Confusing Reality... When walking barefoot in the morning dew; then back again; I remember Love and being lost in you. Locked in eyes so blue. Lingering Desire still winning aged innocence. Confusing reality rings. I do not want to leave this place. I see your face. I had found in you... a song from ancient times; soulful rhythmic rhymes. Floating away in the notes of our music; then back again. My eyes are open; Yours still shut. Your Golden locks in a dance from sleep. I inhale your scent; to last all day long. You are my song. I shall see you soon, but sooner it should be. We will meet under the Moon. It’s our Destiny... S.S.Snapp 10-22-00A lot of my poems & such will be from my book... this is one. I hope you enjoy the ramblings from my mind... Written October 22nd, 2000 © on Nov 01 2001 04:06 AM PST   0 • 8

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