from here i can watch
the silver clouds slowly
gathering in the middle
of the sky
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Among all of us
Who enjoy writing
I am a small poet
My heart is full of love
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Who knows
To where this life will take
May life me to the sky
Or bend me and break
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Bushes bow to bear
The brunt of the boots;
The satirical rope of destiny
Pull me to the edge of the garden;
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Raindrops fall on the earth
Like thoughts onto a piece
Of paper and flow ahead to
Make runnels and merge into rivers
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Standing in the rain
I feel the cool drops
Slipping down my face
Caressing gently giving
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Our love is broken
The wings of time has taken it away
To a land beyond the sun
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Can I breathe the air
The fresh air of the morning
When you are not with me
You get lost afar, in the turning
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When I run down the slope
Or going up the hill
The wind beats against my face
And I can His presence feel
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Don’t ever forget to give a look
To my grave laid below the tree
Where we used to meet in our youths
When both from mundane chores were free
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