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Mar 2015
every moment of time so precious
all the memories the mind caresses
with deep textures and colors sheen
holds hope for love to believe

even the hallow echos of darken streets
or fading silents of forgotten screams
as sorrow drips from gutter seams
holds hope for love to believe

awaken now find what you seek
this journey never peeks
the brightest path that you see
holds hope for love to believe

awaken now find what to seek
for this journey never peeks
and brightest path you see
holds hope for love to believe
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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