by Tim Reed
I read into your eyes
- I see a half century
I gaze on your words
- I see a full epoch
Strong hands grip my shoulders
- I know your thoughts
Dangling mosses caress my brow
- I know your pain
Ink forms puddles about my feet
- the same book, a different line
Pages flow through my soul
- your voice echoes to eternity.
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