Mark
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The Song of the Road WhalesA Poem by MarkWhen the wind hits semi-trailers parked, it makes a sound very much like a whale song. |
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ImaginedA Poem by MarkWhere does imagination go when we die?WIll it click its heels and wind upback in bed, surrounded by family?Or perhaps it will spend eternity weavingth.. |
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Going BackA Poem by Marka dream |
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Still there?A Poem by Marklost love trying to live again |
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Sitting on the bankA Poem by MarkI've been told I think too much. If you don't think so, perhaps you think too much to! |
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RememberedA Poem by MarkThe naked branches of winterbones showing; swaying as they catch the snow.have watched, waited...contemplatedthe voice remembered, the warm breath;of .. |
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BeatsA Poem by MarkClosed eyes to sense the three beatstwo hearts, and the drumsthe song moves and takes us with it.Parted lips, knee and thighI hold you touching the wh.. |
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