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Nov 2010
Far off I felt a pulse that danced among the wildest winds
Heard like a distant echo when twilight came
I sought to listen with my heart and ears once again
Found out, that yesterday, was its name

In time I wore a rose of red, made of paper promises
Blew satin kisses to a snow white dove
Forgot to feel the pulse and found myself powerless
Twilight came and took away my love

I drowned my rose in tears that danced upon my face
Sought to listen with my heart and ears again
Found out, that yesterday, found another place
No longer dancing in the wildest winds

My satin kisses I took away from the snow white dove
Stood waiting for the first light of day
Far off I felt a pulse that danced in the arms of love
I reached out and found its name is today
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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