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Up high
the cold-
ness is
more
than I
can
bear
So I rise
to dance
with
my
l
o
n
e
-ly
shadow
w i l d
The self:
a poem
motionless
in time
wordless
in dream
like
birds f l y ing
or moon
climbing
the Night
tree
step by
step
leaf by
leaf
memory
by memory
....
what's far
is near
what matters
becomes
clear
---LTG 2004 |
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