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28.3.14

Face2Face

Not far from the edge drunken without drink 
The moisture of a storm, a passionate hot breeze 
Sons of the desert take me to the brink 
Above the canyons of tomorrow where I see 
The future freeze.
Like a bird on the wing in the wind stream 
Freedom-flying from this momentary glance 
I feel the pull of the moon like a sweet dream 
When first awakened from a temporary trance. 
Then by the winged feet of daybreak’s deathless dawn 
I heard the singer cry life’s never-ending song:
“Youth that’s spent in hast soon tires of the race 
and the more you turn your back the more 
you’re face-to-face.” 

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