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How does it feel....
To be on your own,
No direction, no home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone.....

The Storm and The Sands

Like the storm which bears down
Upon peace to become peace,
Your thoughts come to me
To become one with me.
The conscious thinks not about you.
Your shadow is shown like a light
In my heart, that which is followed.
Footprints on the sands dream
Of permanence. But who dares
Define its form, that which flows
Free as the wind itself? Who can
Prophesize the whims of the winds?
But prayers may be done,
Sacrifices effected and pain taken.
The rose plant within me has
Taken roots, but it blooms not now.
Who dares doubt my patience?