joy is gone                                                                                  


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                                                                "but I am here "

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Some say

IT IS THE TIME OF TRANSFORMATION

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( a few words spoken here and there )

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The wind

Blows across the high cliffs of LOGAN MOUNTAIN

( there is someone who lives there )

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The young girl sits in her loneliness

She has visions of the Mountain

She writes poems about her Vision

( but she does not go there )

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Soft the voices tell of the Wind

they rise in the moonlight and

Merge with the sacred breezes

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She lifts her Eye

LIGHT !

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She walks with the Poet down the Road

She holds the child by the hand