Hidden pages within the heart
Love is looking for its spark
Lifetimes are a faded page
Time appears to have no age
A night arrives with a cloak
As the silent sleepers spoke
A restless child within again
Is living on the edge of change
I cannot touch what I can feel
And yet I know that it is real
No letting up can there be
If I am ever to be set free
Photo by Tryphena Louise Williams
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