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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Passing Through by Janis Dyck

                                I smell the woodsmoke in the air
                                up with the smoke there goes my cares
                                Today I slipped and I fell down
                                Upon my knees
                                Upon the ground
                                It's beautiful to fall this way
                                To gaze up at the clouds at play
                                And when I get back on my feet
                                I'll follow where the wind takes me
                                Now the smoke curls up into the sky
                                And mingles with the birds up high
                                It smells of winters dark and long
                                And fires that blaze to fuel this song
                                So take me smoke wherever you go
                                It's from a true fire that you grow
                                And from this place I've fallen to
                                My fire now also burns so true. 
                                                                                       Janis Dyck

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1 comment:

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