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Ian Smith Oct 2010
My dog looks into my eyes

Whimpering – her speech dies

As I caress her soft, imploring head

I tell her to go lie down in her bed



And rest her wandering mind.

Within her eyes lie many realms

Of unfathomable truths that bind

Together a world that overwhelms.
Ian Smith Sep 2010
The Sunlight, beaming

Through the dark, desolate clouds

Shines on a lost soul.
Ian Smith Sep 2010
The River flows through

The gloomy, underground cave

Searching, Imploring

— The End —