Friday
Sep162011
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you stare back at me
as white as a ghost
longing for something
not quite sure exactly
of what is to come
you wait for me
to make that move
hoping and wishing
for just one thought
for just one word
you listen to the music
as it plays in the background
inspiration is somewhere
words are gathering
dark clouds part to reveal a clear sky
a night with a full moon
shining back with a smile
as the once blank page
comes to life
words falling
one
at
a
time...
no
longer
blank.
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