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About This Poem
Rain Shadow
Is there a place called
I belong?
A windswept, dreaming
desert song?
A dahlia’s dance
to sunlight tune?
A whisper’s scent
on scarlet moon?
An echo’s haunting,
come-home soon?
Is there a place called
I belong?
Soul-journey seeker,
move along...
or stand in the moment and feel the grasp of an empty hand.
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