Tuesday, July 26, 2005  12:42 AM
transitions.
An image of someone waiting under the wings.
Blurry, yet brimming with certainty
The world is perfection, you seek to find
Love with unbridled innocence.
Your eyes are tainted, but holding on
Steadfastly to wishes and dreams.
Fairytales are like a magical lullaby,
Replaying like a broken musical box.
Breaking point it seems to be,
The picture gets clearer to the naked eye
Yet a jumble of emotions to the soul.
And standing alone, lost but still yearning.
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