Without Consequence
By sidewinder
Touching those rhythms varied eye to eye, Complicated behind a shadow sensed in the strength and endurance where insight and compassion permeates the afternoon, But only the silence in imaginations circle the sacred, Yet we find beauty in everything that we see, And in that we know ourselves where a quest revives without consequence, And I find a smile in those eyes found in every corner waiting for a hope just to find new love. Sept. 23, 2000 Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 09:16 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4
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