The Black & White Poet

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I sat helpless in the dirt
closed my eyes,  sensed the hurt
west being as far as the east
 not being around
all though the sound
of time standing still
would spill-
all sorts of comfort in my spirit
I could hear it
Why is this so wonderful
and so awful at the same time?
A sign, would be kind
to help me find,
the right thing to do
Is it him? Is it you?
You're both here
And fear- trickles down my spine
it's so wonderful and awful-
all at the same time.

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