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G P Poem
"Winds of fate have born thee, across this empty plain, and closed door with no key, but so many ones to blame. To
keep a river flowing, we all can make amens, but when the winter's snowing, no crack shows at the bends. With dark
minds and simple thoughts, we come to fix upon, the broken sparks of crystal tops, and the echoing of songs"
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G P Poem
we lie like sunday rain, forming in pools on the ground,
our bodies sway in the breeze, our footsteps make no sound,
drops of dew stream, across the open leaves,
and light fills the seems, of the cracks upon the streets,
your mind forms paintings, of love life and loss,
and your heart feels yearning, for all that you forgot.
Copyright © G P | Year Posted 2008
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