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*ask the dust*... poem >He was a man of gentle persuasions, a simple man of quiet designs.. He was a man as easy as the laughter, that could warm the coldest winters night ... He was a man who spoke in quiet passions, in the seasons that caressed the lonely heart...with ways as hard as stone,and a touch that was left alone.. is it over ,or only just a start ? * Ask the dust, that settles on his lifetime..?..ask the wind, that came and helped him grow..? ask the years that governed his wearied wisdom..? ask his friends, for only 'they' would know *! ! ! ..... He was shy, like the he was,he was bold and searched where dreams will grow.... his vision took him from the farthest star, to find what the heart already knows.....was he tall ?... no not really. ! ... was he handsome ?.. some might say so ! was he good ? was he bad ? was he happy ? was he sad ? ... to all these things I really don't know ! ! ....* Ask the dust... that settles on his lifetime.... ask the wind, that came and helped him grow... as the years that goverened his wearied wisdom...ask his friends... how they miss him so ! ! ! |
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