Nonsense Poem

November 17, 2010
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The wind suffers
where the wild and tame join.
Fear rocks through me
where I may begin.

I shine through
the brilliant light.
Then kiss the soft whisper
and rise and speak.

I live through the void
and believe in the sky.
I feel the wind whisper
I am what I am.

The tough dirt I feel
fall through me.
I pray for the time
when I may see again.





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