Saturday, February 05, 2005

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My heart now sore, hands tightly clasped
Entrapped emotion, head seeks the ground.

Unbridled past, undaunted future
Recall, recoil, unending truth.

Alas my head, seeks now the sky
Impassioned words, in air now borne.

As lightening flash, by wings of dove
The gentle roar, encompassing love.

A lifted weight, burden unbound
Hands tightly clasped, soar now my heart.

-J.G.Smith (02/05/05)

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