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The words that you read
Eyes that see, have the power to receive
The mind conceives, as it wants to believe
the angle of smile is not
a reflection of the depth
of warmth.
the more you know of a mystery,
the deeper you fall.
Ducks gliding gracefully
In the lake
Singing their song
Stilling  the waters
Such a peaceful sight
Oh for my soul
To glide gracefully upon
The land
Singing a song
And stilling my heart
The bridge to belief
spans a river of doubt

Whose rapids are raging,
whose questions cry out

Each step that I’ve taken,
each tread that I cross

Brings me much closer
β€”to what I once lost

(Montrose: November, 2020)
Laboring in the
Morning sun
Tears of sweat
Dripping down
His back
Wheeling buckets of
Cement blocks
To. the neighbor's
Backyard
The only sound
You could hear
Was the song
Coming from
His heart
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