I see reflections in the skies
Illuminating my hazel eyes
I feel the love with endless pride
Seeing the faces for whom i've cried
Spirits of the people
I have met in the past
Floating on cotton clouds
They are free at last
Now i'm seeing the faces
For whom i've cried
All those people in my past
That have eventually died.
C. Vergara
09.29.2010
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