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Apr 2017
If smiles were salutations then we've conversed a hundred times
Our paths always crossing briefly never seeking to intertwine
The mountain air calls out to us both to walk, to run and hide
And the words that seem to escape us both perplex me every time
As seasons change and years fly by the truth resonates inside
That despite our newfound friendship we will never cross the divide
The gap that separates two hearts but hinders not bright eyes
Bright Eyes is one of many from a bygone era. I'm not done writing new stuff. Just wanted to share these two or three old favorites.
Colm
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Colm
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