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Jan 2014
I remember when the stars had no meaning,
when trees were just trees.

The moon an empty light no purpose,
but that of giving sight.

I remember when the world changed.
Its inner meaning soaking through its unnoticed pores.

Empty light filling, overflowing with emotion.
Paths now visible, reachable, tamable.

I remember when the stars brought tears,
when trees brought life.
Gary Joshua Weyandt
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