June 18 2008
Free From Heart
Slowly awakening
Free from fog and mist
Away from clawed hands
Of a past that does not exist
A swirl of colors
Vivid, bright, and bold
Vanishing like smoke are
Memories dead and cold
Alive again at last!
No longer living a lie
An empty hollow shell
No longer needing to cry
Huh...I believe this is a Lilac poem...scary thing is it sounds like Echo. It might be Echo...there was no name...and it was in a general area of the house where they both go. I shall ask later...
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