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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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A Moment In Time
She closes the letter One tear at a time Caresses the creases Like a lover's hands. Now she's here A million miles away A tired cliche In the face of the day. A hand she knows From thought alone Reaches and grasps Her still beating heart A moonlight mile A windswept kiss Nourishes her soul Til the vision fades A fantasy she craves A moment in time To be with the one That writes such perfect lines.
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