reflection of an exit
sign
glittering like a trace of
hope
yet when the theatre is on
fire
you reach for the daylight
glow
feel only cold cold heartless
glass
dripping with tears of futures
lost.
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history:
written: 01/19/02- published in Expressions newsletter (01/03)
Futures are not lost, but faithfully made by you and others. Follolw your true heart and nothing is lost. Heat will survive as well as cold and those two go together. Good write and liked to read your writings.**********