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the haze, I realize Where I am, here, now... The water falls gently, Ending long journey. Once a calm puddle Wrenched from comfortable home Forward, picking up speed To plung to depths unrealized To the rocks below. Nature throws itself around The green feeling; comfortable Stars in the sky. And the rose speaks, Amidst the resplendant sight, Of past and present And future, Of pain unbearable And broken wings mending. What secrets lie hidden here? What force exists in wait? What motivation moves waters From comfortable home To depths unrealized To the rocks below... And like the waterfall, I speak Pouring out everything Of past and present And future, Ripped from comfortable home To worlds unrealized To the fall again, Gently pick up speed And crash into a thousand pieces To the rocks below... Opposites, yet Two of a kind, we were. Tattered and beaten, Unforgettable loss, And only time to pave the way Under the tapestry of stars In the glow of passing planes Outlined by the solitary moon. Two hearts, reviving Side by side, to the whisper Of falling rain. (To copy or translate this poem, please contact Bishop Fallon) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE
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