the trailA Poem by alan khannothing at all. just...blabberingthere is a place. there are many places.
which beauty is the word you use when first viewd. than while you venture further. you find yourself lost for words.
it is big and full and warm and bright.
and i truely cannot explain that which i am overcome with
because though this place hasnt been ever touched or seen or smelt or heard or tasted
they have been felt.
far away felt from and lived from our breath.
and we not all but vile men
look only to profit from that which we were born to live one with all with.
hugging it and treating it as though we were slaves to it
no that isnt right.
but making it so we cannot breath what we were meant to mend with.
is evil.
and it carries my heart low and makes my sadness something i cannot endure.
i wish only to live without grime and dust.
but with light. © 2010 alan khanReviews
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