Nothing But Still Frames And A Fading Memory....A Poem by Cherub ApathyI dont even know the sound of your voice
But if I could only hear it I know it would make me smile Your eyes bare the glance That could center all my energy Your still smile warms what's cold within me My strength is just a number And I've pulled mountains with less With a thought.. With a hope.. With a wish.. In what deems this In a world of vertigo Through the dead sea of distance To whatever result to be known... Just be, and just know... © 2008 Cherub Apathy |
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Added on June 7, 2008 Author
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