In front of me
What iswho is
here is love
with me
it is a secret
moving forward
to those dreams
I thought
could never be
of my
existence
to and fro
the wind blows sand
across my face
but not my eyes
I cannot see
what lies ahead
only
in front of me.
4-10-11
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