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March 11, 2013


I was walking. Slowly 
In depth of the woods I can hear a distant sound
Of words and beauty that transient love

Weighting down my throat 

these words aren't meant to be said
these words aren't meant to be heard

come by,
come here by the woods
by the serene sound of flowing river
and sing me words of melancholy
words that move me
words that make me love Him

do come by,
and let me be reminded.

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