This Old Love

The final scene approaches. As we walk to the door. Everybody reaches. Wanting for more. The night is not ours. To run out and play. With only the light of the stars. Showing us the way. Yet we turn, and we try. To make this our own. Looking to the night sky. With hopes of being shown. With people all around. We just see each other. Together we are bound. Lost in the never. This old love. Is who we have been. If you start with love. You’ll have it in the end.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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