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Those Few Traces
created on Wed, 10/01/2008 - 15:59


From here I run alone

As the last sunlight warms sinew and bone

 

Ragged breath forced out

Hope in, knees bent, head down

 

Stern towards my heart

This is my role this is my part

 

Now sweat mingles down with my tears

As I pray and groan and hold these fears.

 

 

Sky and Cloud are forming dark masses

Ah -Your Word - the cold night passes

 

I can breathe - I am warmed since your love fills these places.

What was, no longer is and I can barely see those traces.

 

 

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