September 16, 2008
By Lydia Breaux, Irving, TX

Silent and bleak as the sun as it declines,
Warm and subtle, as your everlasting presence,
In this room of opacity, we are all one of another.
In this room of transparence, we are souls,
Searching for where our passion lies.
The shallow waters of the center stage,
Is nothing compared to the luminous strength of
The outsiders and the unknown.

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