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The Voice Of The Wind

Updated on August 11, 2010

Do you feel it, the poor wind has grown old

 My former state clear as truth

Yet greedy hands color me slate

Look to a ravaged sky and see the proof

This is what happens when beauty is placed on progresses plate

Its progress like this

The selfish the greed the hate

I am choaked my friends are caged

Beauty and love will leave this world

As surely as we all see it time doth age

It is known that soon time will cause all that was and is to be come curled

Then perhaps if time begins again beauty as pure as it was when it first began will unfurl.

And I will breathe again

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      DREAM ON 6 years ago

      Understanding life has many beginnings and many endings.I enjoy all of them.

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