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Oct 2014
Trying to paint pictures with our words.
All those ears, blank canvases.
Passing on, all we have learned.

Lessons in life,
the heartache and the pain.
As it darkens through the Fall,
the fallen leaves swim in the rain.

Words, forever swimming
through my mind.
Flowing through their channels,
landing in the streams they find.

Words our ours,
but always better shared.
The words you wear upon your lips,
reflecting all
that's ever there.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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