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Sep 2017
If I cry to the moon, like a wolf in the woods..
Would it heed a reply?
If I let my tears drip, as I bathe in the river..
Would the fish taste the salts of my sorrow?
If I exhale a breath into the night air,
Would the breeze even be aware?

Are my actions frozen in place,
Or simply, displaced..
Like the smile from a face.
Elemenohp
Written by
Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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   Jillian and Timothy
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