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Fields of wheat
the color of my mother’s hair
rolling
rolling passed the hazy edge
of a blue clear horizon
with bursts of white
hangin..
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Under a full moon,
I concentrate on my feet
melting through the sand
and try a little too hard
not to notice the derelicts
settling in for t..
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Sunset swings on beams of dusk,
a hue that reminds me of tomorrow,
reminds me of the days that are still unborn,
and I slide along the river&rs..
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