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We walk through life floating on air 
oblivious to the  tears of the lonely child
his life shattered by the loss of kith and kin
Where are my parents he cries.

Dragging himself along he sees only a mirage 
that disappears at his approach
What's to become of me he cries 
as he hears the roll of thunder. 

Dark clouds billow overhead
he has no place to shelter
He's blown by the wind and slapped by swirling dust 
seeking an elusive dream of hope.

Head bent in  despair his lean body grows weaker by the minute
he has not eaten or tasted water for days 
except for a few drops of rain that briefly wetted his lips
 leaving him more parched than before
yet he  hangs on to his fading wits.

Will I always be alone he shouts at the skies 
as the vultures move in for a strike
His clothes hang from his bony frame
flapping in the wind like a wind vane
that brings  an airplane to safe landing.

What is to become of me how did I get 
here
where are those who bore me
the ones I held so dear
 Perhaps they are in the howling wind 
or in the stars above 
Maybe  in the lights that flicker over the dyke
Maybe I won’t find them 'til 
the time is right. 

Oh, to be loved once more, 
to feel the tender touch of gentle 
hands that once caressed my brow
My tears have dried I have cried too much
my throat is parched 
I feel only thirst for love   
Will I ever find the ones who loved me. 

Yet hope keeps his steps constant
 Maybe over that hill my search will end 
maybe  my loved ones await me on the other side
Clawing the sand with bony fingers
he  hauls himself up over the hill. 

Alas, I feel it in my bones  though no longer existent
 I hear it in the echo off the mountains ..I am the echo
I hear it in the howling wind -- I am the wind now
 I see it in the valley beyond --I am in the valley.... eternal. 
I am home at last.
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