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Where the wind was
there were whispers,
the light
before the night…
Beauty.
My people lived in Beauty.
Beauty given,
Beauty received.
As far as the eye could see…
Beauty.
Sad the day I awakened.
erewhere in Beauty, no.
I woke up
where Beauty had never lived.
The only Beauty,
what I had brought
with me.
And so I wander these days
this way,
a trail of Beauty behind.
If you cross this path,
follow it
and
find
me.
January - May 2015
The Bamboo Room
NewMain, Virginia
© 2015 Jimmythe Peach
