Right Before Our Eyes
By sidewinder
Reaching for those tumultuous times, Touching the sunrise that rises in our hearts, Tripping along those roads that guide us, Sometimes pausing to ponder the crossroads that flairs like the brightness of the sun, Telling us that sometimes we have to listen and choose, Why? There are things to see and things to try, Otherwise... life finds that voice that rises like the wind echoing to canyon to canyon but never finds a home, And we see... only those shadows that open right before our eyes. May 15, 2001 Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 11:28 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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