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Gravity

By Bruce Clifford

Re-entering life's gravity
Things are not what they appear to be
Spaces of moments are in between
Somewhere there's a place where the blind could see

Your aura stands out in the crowd
Your magic would make any man proud
I know that it's not too late in the game
And all that's between us is what will remain
The message is always the same

Circling through life's inner grasp
Sometimes I think nothing can last
Quiet redemption as emptiness reveals
These are the times when we can taste what we feel

4/21/07 Bruce Clifford


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