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Oct 2010
The sky rushes by in spilt milk splendor
A fading memory of August, listening to the rain
Thunder in the mountains, echoes in empty spaces
Rocky tree lines, kissed by melting snow
The flow of time undefined by thought
Only a concept, only an illusion
The deeper meaning of silent meditation
In solitary places among the pines
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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