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Tuesday, July 13, 2004


   Wondering
Swirling through an etheral sky.
Watching silver birds fly high.
Drifting farther away I sigh.
As I plummet to earth where everything dies.
Gently, gently do I cry.
Wondering how, when and why this dying start.
And why tears now hurt the heart.
The Soul voice is dying as I a baby am becoming.
This is mission to live in the land where Love must not die.
Sitting in the tree tops I hear a sirens cry.
Yet another person will mourn before a new day is born.
No longer can I fly in the Light filled Way.
No longer can I stretch my wings and glide.
Here on two feet without wings, to wait for when the Time will happen.
So once again on silver wings I my fly in the Light of the Way.
I bid my time today as others do...waiting for the Time.

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