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I am not naive I know how far the stars are away from me wanting to see I reach and beseech to know to love to grow to touch them and hope I won't get burned you think I would have learned deprived of judgment and reason put out my singed wings, cuz a silent voice can't sing still scorching hot white light, I wonder not I just couldn't fight or save my sight burning my retinas with no surprise I've taken flight I cover up my eyes with Rose Colored Glasses taking off into the darkness sightless, feeling empty delving deeper into the light the night, I follow you everywhere ...    you are.        Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
"With Rose Colored Glasses"
I am not naive I know how far the stars are away from me wanting to see I reach and beseech to know to love to grow to touch them and hope I won't get burned you think I would have learned deprived of judgment and reason put out my singed wings, cuz a silent voice can't sing still scorching hot white light, I wonder not I just couldn't fight or save my sight burning my retinas with no surprise I've taken flight I cover up my eyes with Rose Colored Glasses taking off into the darkness sightless, feeling empty delving deeper into the light the night, I follow you everywhere ...    you are.        Cherie Nolan © 2016
Muse keeps coming... in the stars
Moi-Cherie
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
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