(n-99)
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i am the thought of the willow tree
and the segment of a mountain,
encompassed by a gray cloud.
i require the hand of Her,
upon my left shoulder.
i speak to the edge of light,
and the crown of the forest deer.
i am the sounding of the sorrow,
and the blessing of the future joy.
i am replete with the gentle things,
and hold a sword culling error in the West,
my tears create rivers for i see the coming times.
yet She will comfort me.
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(c) erik standswithtrees 14 Nov 2013, 2:58 am