To Touch Within The Reflection
By sidewinder
To touch within the reflection, serenades sung past a sunrise, Tearing down old walls that we've built from our former past, And in the simmering sun a voice touches a soul that is pure, Exquisite in its reflection, Weep a tear for its beauty, Whispers for those awakened times unknown to those who refuse to look, But that matters not, For the twilight still reveals past a silent dream and the glory is me only in your eyes. July 22, 2000 Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 07:24 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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