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The Coming Wind

Organizing each word unpenned,
I gave myself to rhyme

And offered up my humble skills
in thankfulness sublime

Each one a treasure unto me,
with silence on the run

Verses promised and drifting near
-of memories to come

(The New Room: March, 2021)


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