As I see the wind
My mind grows weak,
As though my life
Is what I speak
But I can’t feel
The downward heat
As my legs pull me,
I walk my mind
It’s what dies that falls
Like shining light
Loving fright,
And immortality
As I feel the shadows
I reach as before
I live for my purpose
And that’s loving you more…
(c) Marc Noël 1996
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