In a groove
shelter on the horizon,
keep flying forward.
To imagine peace
might be a resolve
all of our selfish need,
suddenly a gifted memory.
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Searching windows to the world
streetlights slow signal
another dusk,
somewhere in the world
there’s a passing breath.
We go forward
as our lives only afford,
how is then we decide
to stay behind the crowd
when anticipating loss.
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I do wish for a recognizable tour,
somewhere suggests,
this is the proper avenue,
the place we speak with a freedom
to contribute,
no taking allowed.
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Seek out the everlasting gift
time in motion,
that is a beautiful thing,
when we know there is peace in words.