August 16, 2009
Voiceless
Voiceless
This has come out of the blue
I knew not, I was looking for you.
My sight was focused,
My mission purposed.
Seeking collaboration
Never suspecting the notion
That an unknown talisman
Would shatter my bastion.
With expressions of grace,
Having no choice but to embrace
Your intensity and freshness
Exposing and breathless.
© JAM 2009
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