Breeze come take me find me a new place to roam love come make me travel too far from home blue in the eyes of sadness green to the promise I pray brown to the dirt that found me...

The King dances naked        procession marches on      flags of retribution      mother sings her song      into the fire      pages keep us warm      guillotine is sharp and shiny...

A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

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