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I tell what I
just found
excited with discovery
I unconscious find
more little pieces
to the puzzle of our mind
and reveal to you
more of me:
do I
expect
you in return?
when we
love
is it passed on
like a favorite book
through strange lands
into empty hands?
oh the moon is perfect round
this night
is all i can remember
when my hands hold only
empty light
in the dark of dawn
i wait
for summers gone
and mornings bright
while days pass
without cause
this night
is all i can remember
i accept
my sanity
with reluctance
it does not fit
oh
how sense hinders how
days spent in reflection
only mirror yesterday
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there's nothing wrong
with me dad,
my mind's been blown
to a thousand pieces
yellow leaves dead
and in the wind
it rustles
on the still days
whispers songs
of golden circles
dark green water
and white foam crystals
in the valley
of a mixed tree forest
that blooms in the fall
in the colors of death.
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THE DAILY NEBRASKAN
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THE DAILY NEBRASKAN
FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 1971
FRIDAY, APRIL3Q, 1971
