Without Good Bye

It’s the eye of the storm

The rat-race inside the cocoon

The uphill climb;

You think you’ll reach the top

Then begins the fall

The one you knew would come

But denied

Still, you sang the song

And lived the story  – 

Which was beautiful

And then he hands you

The mystery

The one you thought

You’d never read…

©2002 Victoria Rose

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