Anxious birds stir and twist, able feet clutching to small twigs-
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Winds Sing
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Without to be Within
We do not have innate means to survive under her sky.
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You’re
You do not know the what will be.
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For You
We have choices. There are others. There are many of them.
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Her Voice
She lifts the Hope within my heart-
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Still
Nothing is still ...
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a Weed
There had been a decision of- What would stay and what would go.
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the Love of Rain
There are times we found ourselves- waiting for the train ...
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The Night He Left
I remember the night he left us. It was very cold and you had called to tell me he was having a hard time breathing. I wish I had jumped up and traveled to your …
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Rhythm
It is the rhythm of life that connects us- Separates us and sends us to those places of reflection … Causes pause in all that we are and do- Ultimately drives us to take action …
