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Sawyer Wind Poem
Am I the one That stands in the way?
The mind that drips
like ice in the heat.
Fully formed, but incapable to think.
Amongst the crowd, my voice is loud.
In the dark, do I have the heart?
What's plain to them, ain't so much for me
so a noble steed carried me off to his dream.
I have lived there a thousands years
Off the flesh of the one who brought me here.
Now I lay in his past wearing the golden mask.
Copyright © Sawyer Wind | Year Posted 2013
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Sawyer Wind Poem
Oh dear heart alive!
Will you free me from this circular prison?
The everlasting soul
Whimpers
In her corner with no hand to hold
All the motions resume
And the virtue of men remain unresolved
Wandering through the poet's art.
Green is still green under the sky's unfaltering blue.
If only her hands were smooth
Then life wouldn't be so cruel.
Copyright © Sawyer Wind | Year Posted 2013
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