Posted by lb on March 26, 1999 at 09:39:03:
Drifting down the river
In a safe dry box
Words of her subconscious
Chained without locks
Color coded message
Read silent in the currents
Swirling toward some meaning
Like patterned fingerprints
If opened like Pandora's
A floodgate opens wide
Polished joys of opalescence
On your soul would glide
Truth and love abounding
The things you're searching for
Found in words and verse there
How could you ask for more?
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