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About This Poem
Untethered
Whistling tossed on distant wind
returns untouched
to serenade the listener
who hears not
the soul song.
Window,
shatter yourself,
become clear again
for the first time.
Shed no more tears,
eye,
for the road not taken.
All paths
are forever one.
Remember?
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