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Wounds Heal
Sentries guard the door
First cup of coffee bribes them
Creative flow mixes with clouds
Cold spring day of inward soul
Yellow green imagination
Easel of words
Brighten the world with a bird feeder
The flow of the sea fights the frozen
Memories find corridors
We adjust like birds in flight
The pounce of wind flutters the pines
We are sensitive
Dawn is never the same
Darkness and light
Time and eternity
Love should win in my short freedom
Life is a naked experience
Wounds heal if we let them
poem
by
Joseph Narusiewicz
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