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 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
bones
She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..
Spirit's everywhere:
wind, cut through me, cleansing me;
sun, blind my ego;
earth, absorb, accept my wrongs;
water, carry me, reborn.
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
nivek
its futile to sing you the song I think you want
wisdom is to sing my song
and let it be heard where it will
 Jan 2016 Robert C Howard
nivek
I keep some of my words all to myself
stacked high on the shelf next my heart
and my heart speaks what my lips do not
in a language of silent love for you all.
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