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Lee Bogle The Art of Serenity
Like violent thunder crashing in the dark of night.
A piercing dagger of jagged lightening rips into the spirit of my being,my soul.
My body grows weak,numb as tears of raindrops flow
What used to be the old essence of me seems to have washed away
As the clouds in my mind clear, I awaken to a
new beginning
I will not let those who down trod me kill
my spirit anymore.
I will be me, This I can be and nothing more.
As the crashing thunder booms the lightening strikes, like a dove in flight.
I set my spirit free.
Although it still weeps
02/14/2001
Elusive Love
copyright© 2001
Elusive Love Poetry
Native America Feather by © Sam SilverHawk
