Slipping Away
Like shadows receding,I feel you slipping,Back into your world,Apart from me.The empty felt,Like velvet stirrings,Of leaves on wind.Change being brought forth.Most unwelcome,Trying to hold,Like fog,Disappearing in sunlight.Now as I look,On hands, empty,My eyes are full.Blinded by tears. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 01:20 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 1
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"Like shadows receding,I feel you slipping,Back into your world,Apart from me.The empty felt,Like velvet stirrings,Of leaves on wind.Change being brought forth.Most unwelcome,Trying to hold,Like fog,Disappearing in sunlight.Now as I look,On hands, empty,My eyes are full.Blinded by tears...."