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i walked in the wilderness i walked alone there were signs and portents but they were shallow imperfections on reality's page they were ink stains afterthought to a great symphony a dust devil in backwater forever forgotten road and as i walked i heard it spin past i saw its track on the cracked pavement but did not slow my steps after all i knew not a single face ever born of dusts fire she came upon me in the wilderness she stopped me in my walking with a gesture that was complex in its simplicity that was rich in its lack of words she asked me to think upon the need i asked her with a single tear frozen in time heated by the hearts sun she painted a masterpiece there on the sunbaked road she used the world as her canvas she used the color of her words as her paints and what she showed me beckoned me further in thought drew the mind to look upon its on mechanics and with her hand she made doves in the air with her hand she made soft trees upon which they could live i walked once in a wilderness i once walked alone in an unseeing way striding forth to an unseen future till she had come upon me and gave my words wings and gave my mind a key that turned in the wilderness and released me she made me a brown turtle dove living in a paradise of roses by the side of a road through a wilderness that has no beginning no end she said no need to walk the road now that you can fly gave my mind a key released me
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
brown turtle dove
i walked in the wilderness i walked alone there were signs and portents but they were shallow imperfections on reality's page they were ink stains afterthought to a great symphony a dust devil in backwater forever forgotten road and as i walked i heard it spin past i saw its track on the cracked pavement but did not slow my steps after all i knew not a single face ever born of dusts fire she came upon me in the wilderness she stopped me in my walking with a gesture that was complex in its simplicity that was rich in its lack of words she asked me to think upon the need i asked her with a single tear frozen in time heated by the hearts sun she painted a masterpiece there on the sunbaked road she used the world as her canvas she used the color of her words as her paints and what she showed me beckoned me further in thought drew the mind to look upon its on mechanics and with her hand she made doves in the air with her hand she made soft trees upon which they could live i walked once in a wilderness i once walked alone in an unseeing way striding forth to an unseen future till she had come upon me and gave my words wings and gave my mind a key that turned in the wilderness and released me she made me a brown turtle dove living in a paradise of roses by the side of a road through a wilderness that has no beginning no end she said no need to walk the road now that you can fly gave my mind a key released me
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
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