Whispers
By sidewinder
As through time memories never change, Constantly revolving, a window of this universe, shadows follow like piercing shot of pain, Edged deep within my brain, Never letting me forget the hollowness of my pride, And at the same time a voice whispers, Hold on to what you dearly treasure most, For it's in these troubled times that a sparkle of hope shines forever like a diamond in the sun. May 2, 1996 Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 08:25 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4
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"As through time..."