| Sitting here watching, staring…
The world becomes a slate somber grey I recall an old woman once said “Your eyes show those of an old soul.” If this is so, Why don’t I recall my myriad past? Where you there? Are you here? Time will come soon enough I suppose… We will know, our eyes will but tell – Oh, how I long for some forgotten past. Will you have my answers? Will you know my questions? Only time will tell. Willow 2000 |
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