Jan 2019
Like gentle wind
In stride I move
Yet like a rock
I never move
What you see
And what really is
Is night and day
A mirage of me
I keep me hid
When Iām with you
I keep me hid
From myself too
Written by E. M.Rushton
January 2019
In stride I move
Yet like a rock
I never move
What you see
And what really is
Is night and day
A mirage of me
I keep me hid
When Iām with you
I keep me hid
From myself too
Written by E. M.Rushton
January 2019
(Nova Scotia)
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