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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

No riddle, no joke

I am a whisper
at the dark of night

I am fire
on a wintry field

I am the rain
at your window

I am the plough
wounding your heart

I am one pulse
of the universe

Your are one song
sent from the stars

I am a word
born in the wind

I am not I
You are not you
We are not we


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