| A Bridge | | Print | |
| Written by Hoakz | |
| Wednesday, 01 January 1997 | |
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I know lips that whisper secrets, in an unfulfilled search to shape the picture of the mind. I know the pen wishes to write, about what hides in the soul, wild and blind. At the next road cross I will choose, the path I least of all can see, cause action is like thoughts, a bridge from what is, to what can be. |
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