Where Goodbyes Come
By sidewinder
Beneath the silvery moon unclad within a miracle forsworn in the pentacle of time, Paradise not withstanding, A sheltered hope lives within the steps just beyond the horizon, Free of the constructs twisted in the fabric of space, Touched in the darkness, Whethered in the prime where goodbyes come unfettered, Wherein reflections of the moment rise like a stain-glassed road. March 5, 1999 Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 07:07 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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