Lyretry

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The memories are forgotten
An ocean becomes calm
Blue skies from within
A reach with an open palm

All this she asked in time
What you have known, felt and seen
Has all not been your’s but mine
Try to accept—can you grasp what I mean

She looked beyond myself
As if to say a new
You are what you have felt
All of those together—You and the few

I am not what they claim
She starred then returned
Do not come close—for I am to blame
Be what you know not what you have learned

Creating Reality—It is why I am here
To give you a purpose
Share in your fear
To raise you up from beneath the surface

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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