Lived In
this heart has been lived in
it doesn't matter if you spill a
glass of wine
or a couple of tears
this road through the darkness
has borne travelers before
without asking where or why
they were going
this light through clouds or rain
would still shine in my eyes
the seasons are shadows
across the window
7/8/96
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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