One song remains unsung within my heart as to the fields beyond I look out the window.
One poem hides deep behind the veil of silent musing, watching for the lifting of the shadow.
One dance descends yet unfulfilled as rain clouds burst accompanied by the distant radio.
One story wanting to be told embraces hope while struggling with past scars not yet made whole.
By Glen Alan Woods November, 2006
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