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Passing Time

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Gently Passing

A sudden silence grows near
As the moment of ending comes to clear
I feel a little light headed
And my body feels flighted
Soaring above all things
Brushing away all hings

We are free at last
We are free at last
From the chains that held me captive
Grow me a pair of wings at last

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