Bridges Suspended In Time
By sidewinder
Walking those dark streets, Touching those shadows that reach those dark corners like an echo forgotten... too long in a memory, Reaching for those bridges suspended in time, Embraces hidden in a mist like prose recited... Yet now forgotten and you wonder why? Images soar in the clouds calm in the wind yet fragile in a dream that somehow must be kept. Eyes that avert pain amplified in sorrow mortal in the difference. Nov. 8, 2000 Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 04:43 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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