Before.
By cassiopeia
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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I listen,
Open thoughts to you invite,
Oh whispered words of endless night,
So soft and gentle, overflow
That precious voice I used to know.
I hear,
Like oceans ceaseless wave,
From inner child to flowered grave,
Caress me from that place within,
Where silent spirit learns to swim.
I feel,
Where no words can invade,
In wounded heart and forrest glade,
When all is still and evermore,
I'll find you where you were before.
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