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Oct 2016
Dead of night
Tempest fierce
Eyes glassy with haze
From the arctic pierce

Days have gone
On this road traversed
Time’s forward march
The unsung verse

A journey just
A mission true
A failed attempt
To reach love anew

Evermore doth he lay
On stone road cold
Evermore doth he dream
Of the hands he’ll hold
H N Aki
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H N Aki  M/Side 3
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