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Thursday, July 7, 2011

August Morning

August Morning

You said hello on a late August morning
Your eyes ablaze like the summer sun
You held me tight and lifted me
When my legs would try to run

Offered to hold my jacket
So I could feel the early autumn breeze
After a while the bruises healed
No more hitting bottom and falling on my knees

At a time when it was thought that
There was no such thing as more
You proved me wrong
As you stood outside an open door

Sometimes I look back on days when Life
was black and white on a small tv screen
Before you painted
 a bigger picture with colors I've never seen

Every now and then
The grey still sneaks through
That is when I grow tired
And dream you will come true

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