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The grass made love to me
Today
I sit, I lie, I pray
For answers, for truth
Awakening the spirit
you are here
I am walking
searching
spinning
longing
Lost in the clouds
forming visions of truth
Stories out of sequence
Masked in confusion
knowing
not knowing
feeling breathing
I am drifting with you
up there
Where?
anywhere.
Feet off the ground,
head in the sky.
Clouds forming miracles,
yet I'm always asking
why?
-L.C.A.
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