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| Wednesday 20 August, 2008 |
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Robes of silence
The lady’s wrapped in robes of silence I can see her ring finger’s bare the words from her lips are rare mystic metaphors lace her parlance
I’m learnin’,I’m still learnin’ to find out what her cryptic words mean my patience is being stretched lean but the flame of hope it keeps on burnin’
she’s got hair of auburn,blazing she’s got eyes as black as coal when she stares into my empty soul I feel alive and a new hope is rising
I’m learnin,I’m still learnin’ to read the language of her eyes she’s as unpredictable as a pair of dice the roulette wheel of time it keeps on turnin’
The lady’s wrapped in robes of silence she refuses to unveil her thoughts she’s left me to connect the dots and picture what lies beyond her fence
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