Last Lifetimes Poem by Nate Flying Owl

Last Lifetimes

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The wind tastes the marrow of my bones
Jehovah's movement become evident
Through the leaves of each tree I encounter
And moments can last lifetimes when I pause
To Llisten for the songs quietly sung
By the branches seeking to comfort my soul
What better Elysium can there be?

Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,leaves,seeking
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