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Aug 2014
Sunset softly fading in ****** hues of red

Soul slipping silently, body falling dead

To fly again, free again

Borne on wings of oblivion

Rushing ever outward

To become one with God again

A windblown soul

Quickly waning weaker

For just one moment

It sees and wants

What it has just forsaken
From the lunch poem collection circa mid 90's. Lunch time ******.
James Jarrett
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James Jarrett
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