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Those that travel
the barren desert
shall not die of thirst.

Somewhere, far off
A river runs wet 
and clean and the

nearly dead shall 
be refreshed not 
to lie in heartless

grains of sand
bleached white
by unrelenting 

rays; but rather they
shall enter lands 
of dewy meadows

fresh with the smell
of rich earth and rise
as triumphantly 

as the
eagle sours
the air. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 5/6/2019 10:07:00 AM
Deep :)
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Date: 5/6/2019 4:46:00 AM
Lively poem.... Victor
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Date: 5/5/2019 3:19:00 AM
Magnicent... Panagiota
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allen beilschmidt sr.
Date: 5/5/2019 12:36:00 PM
Thank you Panagiota