Crying In That Partial Eclipse
By sidewinder
Serrated in that blind eye where one see's one thing, And another... within a different point of view, How is it that we are not finding an answer? Only finding a silence that somehow shouts, Insisting that we must remain, defined in that partial eclipse, Yet, hidden here within an impoverished spirit, An echo drifts, Releasing silence into obscurity, Perhaps a glimpse of hope or more tears to come, Whatever happened to peace in the myriad of chaos? March 11, 2002Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 03:48 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"Serrated in that blind eye..."