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poetry of the heart is never dead
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The Ramblings Of A Madman the cottonwood trees are shedding their cotton
beside the lake, beneath the trees
fluttering and dancing in the breeze
looking a lot lie snow in June
the solitude here is my religion
the smell of pines
a magpie chattering at me from the aspen tree
the smoke of a lonely campfire
the distant voices that whisper in the wind
all these things keep me from putting a gun to my head
I know where I want to be an who I want there
but of all the bridges I've burned
which ones to repair
I like solitude give's one plenty of time to reflect
but being alone without the one you love will drive you mad
I am the Spirit of freedom caught up in the tempest
the poetry of the heart is never dead
~ D Donner ~
