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Apr 2016
A dialog being one of many
Perhaps uncanny if any
A story hidden well in my mind
An assortment of some kind
My words that took form
It was like waves hitting the shore during a storm
Maybe something of a norm
The lightening that flashed
The thunder roared sounding like backlash
It was no time to dash
The thought never came up about cash
The Moon was hidden among the clouds
It was what Heaven allowed
God is the superiority side
The methods all must abide
Heaven is a very secrete place
Man thinks it is somewhere in deep space
The storm has passed
The moment being the storm didn’t last
I had to write this coming out of my thaw
A memory on a journey in what I saw
My writing came down to Earth
My encouragement surrounded by a new birth
The clock stopped only for the minute
But my inspiration was a lifetime
A time when I was told to push on
It was the focus of life in where I belong
A write that doesn’t stop
But the theory keeping all at the top
The words were there all along
Destiny calls and the journey will be long.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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