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Absence

January 19, 2014
By Anonymous

Soft moves across the open plain
While hard begins to fill the air.
Heaviness fills in the crevices.
The only sound to hear is the silent clock that ticks in the wind,
The only sight to see is the translucent meadow grass that moves with the wind,
The only smell to take in is the burning candle that burns without wind,
The only touch to feel is the soft ground that sits still,
The only taste to have is warm soup that cools in the wind,
But to run with the animals though the wind
Takes these away forever.



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