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                                  Feb 7,2001 1215am)





water flowing through the night

formless love ever growing

bodiless words feed the ageless ache

and the tiniest wind sparks

unmentionable flame

through the  trees full of such

soul felt longing

this gale

ISOLATION

she knows not what she spake

just that want feeds need

and need fears

no fouler fate

than      

non returned

reverence

thankfully

its the beloved wind

that chooses which

trees to blow strongest

through

lucky wind........

(Feb 7,2001 1215am)