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Sep 2015
I found my compass in the east
Whilst traipsing about the south
And Lo her eyes are the north
I Grow, I Learn, I become the harvest

The strength of the bear, The stride of the peacock
The weight of her kiss, the air around her walk
I can hurt forever and yet love forever
I Learn, I Feel, I become the harvest

The honey bee, the brown sun, the grape
The rudder that controls all hair on my nape
A light is always lit in my west
I Feel, I love, I become the harvest
Written by
Raymond Ortserga  UAE
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