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Feb 2017
There is none
not in this world
broken souls at wounded knee
tribe wiped out
blood shoots
even the flowers grow red
my soul feels the pain
eagles overhead
blue skies over
feel the winds flap overhead
over the face
the flutter
mind wiped out
rock all night
stand tall

Peace of Mind.
With love to you all.
P@ul  ***.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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