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Norman Geary Poem
Nothing is moving,
The wind is standing still.
Moss is growing quickly under my tattered feet.
Raindrops are silent and cold.
The sky is dark and cold.
Ice is frozen on tree limbs.
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Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2006
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Norman Geary Poem
The sound of those keys,
Resonate in my memory as I paint rainbows,
Daffidiles and summer frolics to foreign lands.
The sound of those keys,
Resonate in my past,
Opening doors to happy memories of,
Love and pain and anger.
The sound of those keys,
Wake my spirit to dream,
Of lost riches and conquest in my mind.
The sound of those keys.
PIANO
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2006
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