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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poem 131: A hunt for HOME

Today I want to fly away from where I am 
and land on any untouched peace of sun-warmed sand
or melt into a backdrop where no man has ever been 
or stand upon a mountain side that towers over oceans wide 
and look into the far away, or perhaps simply fly away 
and 
...maybe never land

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