AmitiA Poem by funeralmoonThe obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer. ~Edward R. Murrowwhen the wind blows i find her here her eyes deep and her mind unclear but her hand always in reach
with the eyes like the sees hair like bark on trees she leans and whispers to me "im here" and her spirit always in reach
she turns the heads but takes no heed shes the ice to my fire she looks to see and her love is always in reach
she wears pain like a shirt but love like a perfume an knows not of her worth her walls a tomb but her sanity is always in reach
with eyes of the seas she always sees me and with compassion like the sun she loves only one and her heart is always in my reach...
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4 Reviews Added on November 2, 2009 Last Updated on November 2, 2009 AuthorfuneralmoonWonderlandAboutWe can only erase words, but not our past. I am a minimalist, who loves writing, painting, and nature. I write what I feel because it is a good outlet to channel my emotions through. I feel like.. more..Writing
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