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Mar 27
I sought an audience of my dreams
Wordless questions in silent themes
Until the chilly days finally warmed
I shed my cocoon of intent
And my plasticity conformed

In the blossoming spring my heart sings
Snow melts away from under my feet
I catching the pace of the permanent waves
Beyond the boundaries of the "finite slaves"
(Those unfortunate's awating the grave)

We all feel the changes being formed
How many more times must we be born?
I'll be taking my stand in this life span
From here to evermore!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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