Release this misery
from my very soul,
let it be cast out without no
control over me....Ever so slightly, being pulled out of me..Let the brightness of the sun, shone down upon me...Filling me with light from the world..With the wisdom of survival..
From the voice that was heard..
a trail conscious from thy mind.....
a voice of wisdom of survival, perhaps of another time..
XxSuNkiSsx.aol.com a.k.a. Betty Rickard
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April 21, 2003