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Apr 2019
Maybe, thunder
Maybe, tradition...
Maybe, language?
Maybe, lightning...?

Since we, are here...
The tact of unanimous smiles?
Taken from a burden we hear...
Is a logic best served, to question ideology's while

Rued friends, with gaiety's clock to bare fair
Is this the risks of virtue, taken well?
Shrouded in comparison, as if a secret where...
In the nature of worth and ourselves?

Same side to all's difference
Courage and prowess of a form
Expression in the voice of a chance
Were we the spare, the total, the reason, or the norm?

Savior's of assumption
And the milestone of impressive could
Life in a haze come and gone, with time asking silence...
Is a thought for way known, kindred and should...?

Like nowhere come of age
We see the condition of merit come home
With a new hurry and joy, to its step, a music to face
With a reach for blue sky's and marvel's we know, owe a heart to roam
Written by
David Hilburn  55/M/Soldotna, Alaska
(55/M/Soldotna, Alaska)   
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