Poetry & Prose
Restless The night comes and quiet, the world sleeps and finally, remnants of peace. Nothing can touch me or so it seems but a restless spirit that binds me. Mind wanders through days forgotten old lovers shadow the face of new, fast forward through lost tomorrows. Promises spent in youth. C.V.B. October 15, 2001 Back |
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