Wounder Why Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Wounder Why
No one really knows me but myself,
all the time, looking out into the great beyond,
wounding what will be,
form moment to moment,
what will be, as the hurricane takes me again,
I wonder why,
lifted up, into the great icy blue,
I wonder why, way up high,
upon the winds that tear at my soul,
up into the sky I shall go.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
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