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Cries From Within
Looking glass of silver radiates beams of light Brillant shades flicker allowing awesome sight Looking out and in there seems no real end. Deep within those beams live precious dreams Some remain in that corner of her soul Others die gracefully when she loses control. Her mind wanders blissfully day to day Fleeting flashes erupting, never to stay Her soul sobs secretly grasping at reality Oh these wonders, are they past? Caught in life's reality of swirling swill Racing, tumbling within one's soulful hills Reality sparkles leaving a lasting chill. Brillant, glistening sunshine dances around Weaving in and out of life which abounds Cherish deep within that realm of soul This dance of life we long to hold.
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