One Again

The world becoming one again.
Disparate lines of demarcation gone.
Soul to soul, we hear each other's song.
Black to white to gray, a silver sheen of incandescence.
Reflecting the reflections of our love.
Within the silence, one white dove
takes to flight to feed the need of free...

? Michaelette ?

2/12/2003
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