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Feb 2016
Nothing ever so much touches the silence
An invisible array of contentment
Peace collides with this intangible
And bombardment has no place in the void
Heartfull from the ages of time
Contemplated the very essence of form
Mockery has no hold, no darkness
And all is abundant at the door
A person finds hope
Release from worries
A flame burns inside
And love is an avalanche
Greeting the ones who are interested
In passing it on
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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