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On The Edge You struggle to sing with angels, rising high then low; sincere reflection from your soul echo words of love. The rush of yesterday comes with waves. Its mystery lies in wood holding the scent of sea, heart shaped rocks and chain link, half buried in the sand, drawn to your spritual edge. Your origin of solitude reverberates pain through darkness, sensitive vibrations commit to cross the distance, resound hope with each daughter born. In my eyes your smile endless, your need my need, your voice the distant music on the ridge of wind. |
