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The Return

By G. Bluestone

The morning breeze blows through
The meadow grass, moving cleanly
Through an empty mind.
These towering crags of rock stand
With their feet in my heart,
While their lingering patches of
Summer snow glisten in front of,
And behind my eyes.

What need have we for more security?
For we too nestle int hose same Arms.
So if we live or die, we face either
Unconcerned - Like the glistening
Snows beneath the summer sun.
And, even though there is nowhere to escape
Together, we will melt serenely
Into the warm, dry winds.