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I remember when I sat on Quam's porch, after you ran from our meeting you were waiting for the end, like Wotan; while I was lower than I've ever been, but still confident of our outcome, hearing for the first time, River of Tears, by Clapton Today, from this prospect I see wide and far below.. sky above, blue, and friends & family returning home: I thank God for the healing practice of Poetry... as it enter our lives leaving us devastated with Joy! ~ Kokyo


a very personal poem

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