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Monday, November 19, 2012

Brushing Locks and Sleeping Clocks

Morning found as thoughts abound
in arms on life depend
Brushing locks as sleeping clocks
those restful dreams defend
Safely held as mirrors meld
those moments in between
Still she sleeps as sands deplete
just seconds so it seems
Meant to fade and serenade
those minutes we awaken
brushing face as dreams erase
the pace of life we're shaking
Empty beds where sleepy heads
do oft times find their calling
and lay to rest that woeful stress
into each other falling
As she fades to nightly shades
it's here I hear her story
where morning's found and thoughts abound
it's her in all her glory




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