i am the voice of rivers
and the thoughts of mountain tops
the fright of desert wind storms.
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i am the pain of thorns
and the seat of cavern stones
the hands of northern ice.
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i am the eyes of falling waters
and the feet of hurricanes
the arms of an avalanche.
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i am the kiss of lovely Arwin
and the heart of troubled Dawn
near the soul of angel Paris.
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i am the love of yearning lips
and the fierce and ruthless soldier
the lamb of forlorn travelers.
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i am despair for gentle peoples
and tears for ruptured souls
the hope of challenged mothers.
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i am the death of lurking hatred
and the burden of my soul
the mindless in a vacuum.
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i am the unconfined.
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(c) Erik, 11 August 2012, 10:14pm