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My Daily Hunch
Oh sweet perfumed branches of winter will
Upon this rock I lay my hankering and my spirit is still
I have borne the pain of winter shame
And walked with dignitaries in vain
chasing after the unknown wandering over hills and valley
but somewhere in the deep gravity got a whole of me
and forces me to speak, the heaven is wetting the clouds
and the melodies are choking the deities in the skies
But something profound will shake the heart of the town
and birds and beast shall be free and the universe will walk with thee
Months and years have passed and the journey continues to last
I have trod the hallways on broken knees and resisted temptation
but my faith kept me going when the moisture dried out of the air and I start breathing hot air,
shall I continue to comfort thee when you have fill the air with
intense anxiety and misery
Anxious minds have come alive waiting for your courage to die
But the university is standing with a made shift stretcher and lots of officers that have crossed over
I have been contemplation the symbol all day for the missing link and the point where destiny begins.
From whence did this agony come when I won the prize before winter began
The universe is frowning with thee
for what you did to my friends and family
It is the rage that is following thee
That ignite the fire before thee
all I ever hope for is a level playing field
With bats and gloves and the satellite shining above
Listen when my hunches speak there is truth in every word
And they are deep
Listen when my intuition speak and take action before you go to sleep
Copyright ©
Christine Phillips
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