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Open Your Eyes
Wake
sad eyes
wipe the lies
there comes a song
upon the wind through gray skies
Nightingales wishing to belong
whisperers never cease to speak of the wrong
pale face in your bed of roses left in the wake
wallow no more, remember to be strong
sunrays call to bring you along
end wasteful forlorn sighs
your rivers flow long
come to rise
sad eyes
wake!
12:07 PM - 2/8/2007 -
Love the poem
Love your writing. Just wish the text size was easier to read.
A little larger, for someone who has difficulity reading small print!
But like the work!
Deborah - 5:15 PM - 2/8/2007
Thank you
Thank you for your kind words, and I am glad you enjoy it, I am sorry if it is difficult to read
SilverWind - 5:21 PM - 2/8/2007
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