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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 ...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Poem 188: Weathering

Its cloudy now where bluest skies 
once held a glorious glow.
The rain we feel now penetrates 
the heat where sun had shown.
Darkened roof above my head
let on me your tears fall.
There is no risk; You'll overcome.
This heart will chance it all.

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