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One
A thought, an escaped whisper
Brushes across my eyes,
Eyes open, yet unseeing,
Closed but seeing all.
I imagine its journey,
The essence that I cannot
Truly capture, though
The vision seems crystal clear.
Sound and touch, taste and smell,
Become one with my imagination.
2011
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for a moment, it's vision that counts, Myrna,
and vision you have in abundance.
John
Love,
Marcia
well done
fee
Cheers moi spp
Dan