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Kissing With Open Eyes

Skies from the world around
Fill with clouds of rain
Lips turn, Bend into the moment
Tears of joy, Drops of rain hit the ground
Above the misty skies, flies a crane
Along the flowers, Glows a peaceful hornet
The gravel road is a line in the distant
Time becomes drying ice
Hours become minutes
Up in the air, down falls rice

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Patricia Gale 07 August 2006

The last line hits too close to the memory. Wonderful read!

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