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Apr 2011
Nay, let
It not be said that this
Confounding day is ours - give it to another.
Only let the seeker, the brave-heart search- yet this
Lady has found it long before.
Evermore shall she sweat, the
Beat of the drum in her chest and feet,
Adamant in making her move. And so, with
Kites flying in her soul, free spirited,
Everlasting she will dance in heaven’s courts
Ready to face the mystery beyond.
Written by
kristin easler
535
   Zach Mooney
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