Corbin Dunn
Redwood Monkey

old poetry (part 3)

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I’m not sure when I wrote this. Yes, I do make up words!

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wandering through a vast void of black,
a small light appears to bring me back,
turns from night to dawn to day,
with the air clear and around to stay,
then thick like clouds it becomes,
and wet like water it runs,
making all turn to green, 
bringing life to those seen,
happiness to mark the path,
until a query it you havith,
but the answer presents to you,
for it is, my love for you.
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