Gazing Far
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Category : Poems
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Teardrops softly creating mist
Whispers from the heavens
The sound of crickets chirping from miles of afar
Few are men and women in this pasture
A stroke and voice which shall lead us on such a long lonely road
The sound of babbling water nearby
Brother and sister on the grass looking up at the expansive sky
Watching the clouds wisp by slowly
Slowly the winds call
I am Mother Earth and you are my thralls
