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Vic Iorillo Poem
Born,
emerging from the dark, the soul
that is mine.
Aware,
of the now, not of a past, with a
future on it's way.
At the turn,
seeing clear to the horizon, soon to
be more that is behind, then ahead.
Time for me,
what ever is left of this journey
through time and space.
Copyright © Vic Iorillo | Year Posted 2012
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Vic Iorillo Poem
Chant the dream.
Whisper beauty in the wind.
Shake the madness, that is life.
It is truly wonderful. Live.
Copyright © Vic Iorillo | Year Posted 2012
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