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From across the throes of death
I wander into a new land
where whispers are the thoughts
of those who passed before.
A land where serenity grows
with no winds of change
to confuse the soul,
a land where harmony reins
always and forever,
no brows tainted with frown there,
just the whispers of thoughts
of those who have passed before.

10-11 January 2010