All is gambled seeking The One… shared values and
views not askew..
Senseless voids that have no comparison in matters this
world deems...
A whisper rages long into the night, silent desperation oft
feels defeated..
Proven fact of rhythm… simple wall flowers trying to get
through the day..
Memories ingrained yearns to be experienced … colors of a
different hue ..
Forging fires yields up a soul to be measured by the hope in
distant dreams..
A whisper so felt, the perceived reality of this
Universe would be depleted..
Ravaged denied desire… a tangled sanguine love would
become sought prey..
by Billy Graham
Words In Motion 2014
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