Guest guest Posted November 22, 2000 Report Share Posted November 22, 2000 No sign of you this scarlet morn no trace except this blighted thorn, On sterling breeze the scent reveals the rose ensconced in sunlight fields. To find your track I look within in doubtless love I seek the Friend. No outer move will bring you near to mend our hearts of useless fear. In each and every strangers face, I'll look for signs of loving grace. To know the circle come full round, I'll look for tracks on heavens ground. Mace Attachment: (image/jpeg) C:\WINDOWS\TEMP\nsmail1R.jpeg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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