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I look around at
What that person was I can see the care used In things made and chosen I see his version of a home I live in what that person was I am not sure when the Continental shift caused Our lives to drift, Drift apart As untied boats from docks do The distance between the two Too far for recovery I look around and see What that person was And It is sad To lose a person tied to me And I am the person who shed The leash Never telling the person who was Good-bye |
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Thank you...no really thank you!
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Very well put.
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Both the words and the metaphor are very beautiful. I think tazzops is right on in his assessment:
~ Wes |
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