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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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crying tree
When theirs nothing to eat
I feed you sweets
When you cry if you hold me to your hart
I can feel your pluse.
Wehn your not near
I go to the crying tree
Waiting
Crying
Til your near me again
and the crying tree holds my hand
and helps me stand
the lonelyness.
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I only fear myself
i.
For my birthday last year, I asked for rain:
no, for a storm, thick with thunder,
where every drop fell heavy and hard
weather which had blown in from the Pacific,
weather I could catch in my throat,
full to the brim and overflowing
to leave skin bruised,
bursting every berry on the boughs
tearing the blossoms and buds,
but the summer turned to drought
and I cooled my heels in the cellar instead.
ii.
This year the air is swaddling,
hot and humid, the sky a bolt of blue
hung with clouds, rich and royal,
and Christ's Mass dawns godless.
The night before had cusped on Winter's Solstice,
stretching long enough for a dream of you.
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Short little poem, but I think it works nicely 
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wow ...another great one !! 
great work!!
great work!!