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By chris Date: 2008 Dec 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.12.04.22.36.3274]] |
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In some lights I see the woman who's known pain and lived to tell about it with every heartbreaking detail sharp and clear as diamonds or cut glass. In some lights I can see her smile - brighter than the sun that warms our arms as we walk a trail together whose end we do not know and cannot see. Still, we go... In some lights I see her as a child of the desert - at home on back roads that appear to head nowhere but always lead to views as beautiful as the woman who brought me there. Other times I see the girl moving her hands to the music on the radio whispering the words that always seem to say it all as sagebrush flies past under a sky as big as the world. In all lights I see the free soul I love galloping across open range with her Apache hair blowing free, wild and undone, as she tightens the reigns and races the setting sun. |