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How many

Of you
Looked out
Of the window 
How many 
Heard the traffic
Saw the thin
Sliver of a moon
Reflected twice
In the window
How many
Saw the houses
Full of life
And death
How many
Saw the failing 
Light
And the lone star 
Sitting
Watching
And the wisps 
Of cloud 
And the one 
Grey cloud
Hanging 
In the distance 
As always 
It does 
And it must
There's peace
Out there 
Somewhere 
Always 
Peace and calm
Dropping 
And drooping
And wilting
And once in
A while
It's good 
To know
Whilst the chaos
Everywhere else
Falls flat
In its 
Attempt
To destroy 
What once we called
Our
Soul

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 21st Feb 2015 21:48

Hi,

Just thought I would log in to say..............TOP!

This is where I'm at most of the time.

Best wishes blue!

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