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Updated on October 15, 2015

As time sees you through, and you go through time,

The windows may fog into your house of shine,

It seems funny, that my face is mine,

And to you, your space is the same as mine,

I am defined, this is just mine,

Respect my image and these fine moments in time,

There is a line and it placed quite well,

To you I'm plain, and my name doesn't fit the dotted line,

Open your heart and keep your eyes closed,

Feel my life and how it effects yours,

Plan on a life as one, but live as a piece enclosed,

Search for yourself, but think of us transposed,

Face the water, and see what is composed,

Look to my soul to have me disclosed.


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    • kljones86 profile image

      Along with the wind 21 months ago from colorado

      Thank you for reading!

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      Dianna Mendez 21 months ago

      Some people can't see us due to self absorption. Great reflection on invisibility.

    • kljones86 profile image

      Along with the wind 22 months ago from colorado

      Thank you very much for reading!

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      Shaloo Walia 22 months ago

      lovely lines!