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"Captured"
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Love's Stage Captured
The sky seems brittle today,
Clouds cracking light
Infringing on hope's darkness.
Can you ever believe in dreams
That seem,
Lost in the far-away?
I feel the flight of her dove,
Fearing the insanity
Of candles in the wind
Unlit,
Never to return home again.
Baring more than her soul
She's a prisoner of her own freedom,
Escaping in the past
Where she holds on to questions
That will never be answered,
A place where life is judged by her
And she is her own executioner.
