reb67
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sometimes i miss me, living here now by the sea
dreams die turning to ash, scattered a thousand miles
across evergreens and grass.
sometimes i miss the Plains, and hearing thunder gather
on a distant range
looking at lavendar skies against the golden sunrise
and having it all reflected in my dark eyes.
warm winds embraced my skin, that is where my first steps began.
the land on the northern Plains is alive, seems i could only be It's bride.
There my body was formed, and i took my first breath..
any wonder why the cold rain now reminds me of death?
sometimes i miss dreaming. but what could or should or should not be
was always confusing.
suppose i'll gather pieces of Self up once more, but i'm getting older
and it's become a bore.
but just as i watched the seasons change- from my front porch
on a grassy Plain. some deaths are inevitable
then comes the Spring.
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