poetry as a journey of growth and healing.....listening to hearts speak and speaking to hearts that listen.....awakening the sacred presence dormant in each voice.....where voices move in a circle to no beginning and to no end......it's the circle of voices come alive.....
10 January 2012
Gone
I carry a sorrow.
Im sorry that you will never see,
all that is me.
Im sorry that we will never be,
more than a faded memory.
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