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Today, i am told
Is the last for you
And i don’t know who you are
But, i am left standing with the wind in my heart
I can hear the band
In some far off corner
Where the sun shines on the faces of a dream
Yet, who you are has become what stirs the breeze
That whispers by
And excites the easy lives of trees

Blue=)


Poem

An untitled work

Set me apart from time
to myself
What is the flavor of the day?
Where are all the wise men?
What’s become of the boy and his dog?
i have more questions
i am not free
And i can not breathe.

Blue=)


Shannon Blue 2