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Misty

bigpapadan on Dec 28, 2010
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Love like wine, grows better with age.

Her voice, whispered from the wind

calling softly to him from over the miles

like true friends they fell

comfortably into the conversation

rhythm and flow of thoughts

they once were

and one day,

they might again be.

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  • Jimmy Shilaho on Dec 28, 2010

    I see the specter of hope behind these lines.

  • lxdollarsxl on Dec 28, 2010

    Lives cross, sometimes going their separate ways but some stay side by side. – enjoyed

  • bigpapadan on Dec 28, 2010

    Hope springs eternal, Jimmy. Thanks for the read, gentlemen; sometimes, things just seem to be gifts from above.

  • Guy Hogan on Dec 28, 2010

    Fate, destiny, who can say?

  • Geny on Dec 28, 2010

    Thanks for sharing

  • bigpapadan on Dec 28, 2010

    Thanks for reading all.

  • webseowriters on Dec 28, 2010

    Thanks 4 sharing

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