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Silent Poet
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Spontaneous Wandering from place to place
I left my home without a trace
It is snowing lightly in the breeze
As I stare up amongst the trees
Visions of life runthrough my mind
But now is not the place nor time
Once again, I'm lost; for home I yearn
With no ne waiting for my return
As I gaze upon the empty fields beyond me.
