markus clinton

Rookie (6/20/95)

Wearful Heart

Gentle winds neath moonlight skies, do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches here about, do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, do not you hear my wearful screams? Upon the meadows touched with dew, do not you see my heart askew? Beneath the thousand winking stars, do not you feel my jagged scar

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