Wings Of Change
Shadowed faces, Of clocks and time, To bare blunt, Weapons of pains, Of glass onto the soul, Goods of merchants, Of the heart, In hands long lasting, Forever joined, Together embracing, Memories of once, But no second chance, To find beauty's, Beast of burden, Of proof of love, Now flown, On wings of change.This was an excercise of playing with meanings...not my usual style but still gets the message across...I guess. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 03:49 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 1
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