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Stolen Skies...


~ Stolen Skies ~

I can't purge her memory
From deep down inside of me
I can't turn the hands of time
Her silouette burning in my mind
Love I once dared to call mine
Searching for the heart I'd lost
Love is blind and I besot
She was a dream I'd once had
Foolhardy young gypsy lad
Sleeping under stolen skies
Tortured, tossed and solemn nights
Living life on borrowed time
Not a forint of my own
Hand to mouth, town to town
Among the crowd
Yet all alone

Michael H. Bodor
Copyright © 2011

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