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Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth
Friday, September 3, 2010
never known her eyes to rise,
soot with no seed within
rain with no hope of end
yes, this an only song:
"listen to the rythym
of the falling rain..."
every drop a rule reminding
splashing dirt, filling ground and
pixelating lowly hums
of funerals' forgotten drums.
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