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Day to Night

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I sit here, alone
staring at the rolling planes
hills of wheat and durum
The breeze licks my nose
making it red with
the chills
A tear falls down
not from face
but from sky
It knows my pain,
Deep in thought about my past
i hade this
sheltered soul
to make myself seem dull
lullabies of broken swallows
flitter above my head
to be a man
i must change
like night does for the day
I watch
the sun from the hood
of this tractor
as the clouds take us both
away.





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