row and glide,
but do not hide,
for millions lie hidden
in cold pockets,
who will warm by reflection
of we who see,
grasping the secret power
of the present.
- peek around the corner
from the quiet shores of
sentimental memories.
- come out and be defenseless.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
row and glide,
but do not hide,
for millions lie hidden
in cold pockets,
who will warm by reflection
of we who see,
grasping the secret power
of the present.
- peek around the corner
from the quiet shores of
sentimental memories.
- come out and be defenseless.
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