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Silent Prayer

June 18, 2007

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A wasted life in which memories flood,
Bonds were formed, thicker than blood.
Buried now, perhaps under dunes of sand
But still running in the veins of my hand
The touch is still, at the end of my finger,
Sometimes it floats by, while I linger,
A glance that was caught and thrown around,
The waves that were lost and then found.
A cryptic message in a verse was made
A silent prayer at your altar was laid.

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2 comments

  1. that said it all..
    and to me it said,
    I have forgotten how to write poetry!


  2. * S – lol. thanks 🙂



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