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Wind Walking
Searching for a friend,
Spirit walks in wind.
Many miles complete,
Without blistered feet.
On cloud cushioned air,
With much of life’s flare.
Two; many miles apart,
Wind carries each heart.
A road not so very rare,
To trek proud with care.
With each step we take,
A full circle we’ll make.
From truth doth splinter,
As spring begins winter,
Some peace, some strife,
Death begins with life.
With silver cord bound,
Fully off solid ground,
Walking the Sky Town,
True friendship is found.
poem
by
Joseph Blitch
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