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My imagination
carries me
to the doorsteps of yesterday
my heart longs
to stir them
from their slumbering nap
there is a bridge
I am forbidden to cross
desperate I am
there is a downpour
of fresh raindrops
down my face
I awaken before dawn
standing bare-footed
on the cold floor
yesterday suns are gone
today new sun
flickering red flames
emptying my mind
to another
pre dawn sky
Steve Burkett
1/31/14
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