Missed Pieces
The sound was of a river
flowing out to sea
My tired eyes grew worried
as it all came back to me...
I saw a face
but it wasn't enough.
I miss that smile
Trust me, I miss a lot
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
It's nothing but a glimpse past and gone
Summer nights spent in Tennessee
It all means so much...
Humming birds suckling sweet necture
Nibbling squirrels chased away by cats
Dragonfly land on the only flower
in the field.
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cayc
A dreamer/artist/poet/songwriter trying to be inspired and inspired others along my path. We all want to make a name for ourselves, but we can not forget those who struggle and encourage us along the way.
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