The capture of a moment,
A song that is sung,
Words dancing across the page,
Began when I was still young.
In my heart of memories
There is a special revise,
Seizing steely rains
Rippling through dark and
Forging angry skies-
Issuing me a process
To thrust Heaven’s gate wide,
Escorting in the sunshine
To the chambers of my mind,
Allowing me to capture words,
At times along with goodbyes,
And yet, stringing them together,
Fashioned and designed,
Freeing them to dance,
For moments at a time.
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