I keep waiting for the clouds to part
For the day to break through
And her silhouette to be painted in dreams
But I find her,
Lying in the dirt
In a broken dance
Of everyday temptations
Some shadows never go away
My thoughts are scattered, and in fear of losing them, I decided it was about time I found a place of my own to keep them all.
The word is a flame burning in a dark glass.
- Sheila Watson
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