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It Touches....
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Poems From The Ashes It Touches....
There's a chill wind.
On which, a whisper ......
Rides!
I understand it,
Not.
Nor, can I fathom,
It's reason ......
Nor, its course.
Cep't, it causes me ....
Pain.
And fills me...... with,
Remorse .
Laying heavy,
Within.....
My heart.
Giajl © Jim Love
