Lyrics

(Poem of the Week)

III-14

Whispers

Massaging

Memories

Into accepting minds

Kissing, blessing,

Addressing

Words that hold

They want to shine—

Waiting to be re-released—

Serenading in the blind—

Bold and braving truths do feast,

tick on borrowed time.

Befalling like epiphanies

Now they see

It’s time

To face the facts

Don’t look back

Don’t let your mad go mind.

—Cori Lark

Lyrics if from Corina © 2007

Photo by Tracy

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