Those that might imagine time would heal
could listen to the storms that find solace
in reminders, in thunderous applause
those moments we might imagine, appeal.
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We could the beauty of a lightning storm
let ourselves reach out to one another now
without touch a sweet and metaphorical how
speak to the heart, the soul, outside the norm
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We are in a manner of words and solo trials
working in a unique parallel beyond our own
we knew, once our skin touch, a desire known
inside the mystique, dreams would travel miles
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Oh to fathom only the sweet beauty of a fashion
love could ever feel sweet, this haunting passion
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© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 