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Winds
When the whispering winds blow home
Across the seven seas -
Then, says a long-lost legend,
All of life's sorrows cease.
When the whispering winds go home
Across three scalding sands -
The physician's work is done.
Fate is out of his hands.
When the whispering winds blow home
There's nothing that can save.
Some have sold their very souls -
Only to find the grave.
Pursuit
I flew across the mountains
I sped across the plains
I rushed along the rivers
And met myself again.
I ran away from everything
I sailed across the sea.
I slipped into a meadow
Came face to face with me.
Trains
Our lives run like railroad tracks,
Apart, yet always near.
Never touching, never meeting,
Over hills, and down.
Sometimes the ties are broken
But they always get repaired.
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| poetry 4 | poetry 5 | poetry 6 |
| poetry 7 | poetry 8 | poetry 9 |
| poetry 10 | poetry 11 | poetry 12 |
contents copyright 2002 Trish S.