What is this I find me into,
How is it this wind always comes to.
I feel it now, how I wish it would just run through.
It's there definitely, feel it strongly too.
Now what to do in my brew
Need a miracle, complimentary too
Ill give all I find to use.
Feeling of luck mixing with fate,
Cold serving no plate.
Not to Argue with the plan ,
I dread pain; on one hand.
Can I be the hand that heal
I already know in me what I feel
Until You Say, its never a seal.
June 22, 2012 at 6:57am
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