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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I'm 'baaack'

I saunter about on an unheralded path
disheveled with  gruff on my face
the presence of apathy
a battle with dormancy
the mind travels on a path of despair

 I listen to the Montoya or Segovia strings
the writ of word by friends
attend  to whay they say
words that decry their pain
embrace the joy of their choired voices
and so it pulls me out
from a daunting abyss