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By Passion_Painter Date: 2003 Sep 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.16.18.03.11312]] |
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Passing thru a crowd I smell your scent in the hair of a stranger. Lying on the beach I see an ankle pass by slender as yours kicking up the sands of forgotten times. In the rustle of the leaves I hear a voice that whispers "come here" like you used to. In my office a hand brushes mine in the course of business soft and gentle like yours reminding me of your special way. The sunlight tricks me into thinking "hey - everythings ok - life is bright and shining." But then the evening shadows begin to crawl on the walls and what used to be the romantic time of my life has become the darkened dungeon, the evil haunting, of a night devoid of you. |