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Apr 2018
Flowers in the warm sun
never taking care
from where
the light has come,

trees in gentle breeze-
sway,
as birds nest in them,
knowing not where those
winds begin,

they never need-
worry or take heed

yet man for his sake,
the gentle breeze
that once comforted-
now a cold chill in the air
Written by
Matthew Mckeown
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