Music sweeps in and out of me Like a a needle weaving in and out of cloth Brushing my lips Touching

Lost forever in a sea of restless souls,
Among those whose stories were never told,
As I float there and see history unfold,
While growing far too old,
Seeing all the dark secrets go untold,
In the restless sea of souls.

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hotbaby said...
Jun. 14, 2009 at 9:44 pm
the title is not darned! its dammed
Abigail_W said...
Jun. 14, 2009 at 1:03 pm
This is a lovely, beautiful poem! I've thought many a thought like that before.
hotbaby said...
May 27, 2009 at 11:31 pm
Sorry I didn't mean for that to be the title! the title is darned! and please rate!!
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