The past is gone yet its silhouette remains
Like a ghost haunting my soul
Running in circle with no way out
Trapped in the surrealness of my life
Do I succumb to my passion or let it subside
Questions engulf me like raging flames
That singe my yearning heart
I let go of my discretions
And follow the winds of love
---Original Poetry by Author Melissa Buck
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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