for joni mitchell...
wistful strands slipping by
of grounded dreams
that i once believed would fly...
strewn around this emptiness
where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches
but of simple happiness...
'both sides now' you sang,
from within
and from a feeling of being without
you moved me so, i cried, i laughed
i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...
'its life's illusions that...
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