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Nov 2014
wandering through darkened corridors,
not touching a thing,
everything as fragile as glass.
I look around,
blinded by darkness
Until I find a light
it calls to me-
but it has a voice- a voice as calm as summer sky :-
suddenly the place I was in was no longer dark,
it was bright
as blinding as the darkness-
but I could see the beauty surrounding me.
and there you were-
arms wide open.
and I ran to you-
this is more like word ***** but oh well
Sin Rose
Written by
Sin Rose  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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