Reflections In Poetry
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Meadow
Did you think I've never known
What it's like to cross a meadow
That has no end and no beginning
It just goes on, and on, without a break in the clouds above
You have a voice, but cannot sing
You have a name but no one knows it
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