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"Quiet Reflections" Closely knit together or torn and left alone, the essence of the difference chills me to the bone. Sounds of silence deafen me my empty heart does cry in silent meditation as I wonder why Words of friends give solace to an aching heart Time I spend alone just now gives passion to my art Words flow from my fingertips as furrows cross my brow Ages past and memories Overwhelm my "now" They overtake the present and shade the future grimly Casting a long shadow so I do see, but dimly. Words enchanting grace my page as I ponder life balanced in its many joys by my pain and strife. New days are made each morning sometimes bright or dark When every canvas is erased and awaits your mark Steve Hodgin Copyright 2001 |
