I breathe... I walk...

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-I wrote this as a means to vent out some Old-Emotions... to let go sort of speak. Sometimes you live, love, and learn... I guess this is my metaphor for that... and how one comes out of the storm.

I breathe... I walk...

Shadows fall in this tender night,
   Like the deep eclipse that hunts the moon-
            Shivers the night.
Oh how grand this is
   Here I am- a dwarf looking up as high as the sky
         Thinking too much; 'how could she be the one...?'
   Then, all scarred and
     Swept away and there I fall to finally breathe again.

        This is the reality's cost,
            Not all is profit, sometimes there's loss.
              I'm just glad I can stand up and walk... walk tall.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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