Wind is Thistles

  • In the firelight Her lips and her eyes Were alive With her fear She let one man Step out of the Regular thought And pattern “…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”

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  • From under the short skirt,  we see a line.  An idea glowing there.  From now on we will  have new clothes. …She could her the wind calling to her.

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  • There Is a Way

    Life either kills you  and takes away your  rifle or gives you the  only the chance in the world.  …And then he was gone.

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  • He Will Not Cry

    Forgiveness is a keg full  with fine quality wine; notice  how the eyes bow to its  wonderful aroma. …You must see that he does not cry.

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  • The Chorus Broke In

    Songs have been made  to the sea in anger,  to the sea in calm.  And the melody of the song  was the Tiffany blue water  and the little scuttling fish  that flitted by and were gone. …And with little waves on the shore came the distant barking of dogs.

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