Hey! There's poetry behind that woodshed: Voice

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

Voice

Now I walk this life's path alone, Gentle and quiet, without a care. All of a sudden, a voice speaks my name. The voice of love long past on. Soft and low yet like a hand grabbing at my heart. We visit in my dreams, But myself I cannot stop, And to my knees I sink and sob. I still miss him. Sign in to see full entry.

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