Monday, January 30, 2012

At Dream's End Comments

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My heart travels the wind. Will it find all that it seeks?
Time may hold the answer but may never speak
A slave to the fickle breeze, enthralled by its every whim
It blows emotion to and fro knowing not where to begin
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Christopher Thor Britt
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