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TODAY
Today I Find
The Softest Wind
Tomorrow I Saw
A Paint Of Sorrow
Yesterday I've Found
An Sacred Wound
In Morning,Leafs Falling Beneath
On Afternoon Heat Rising Above Breath
Within This Day I Sat On Evening
Until Slept Upon Bed And Waiting
If I Go Through Midnight, Would
Anything Change Or Still The Same
Yet Everything Is From Dark Fame.
© -John Edward Kenneth Parado
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