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NOT LIKE RAISING MY FACE TOWARDS SPRING RAIN- NOR CATCHING MY BREATH IN VIEW OF IRIDESCENT RAINBOWS OR VISIONS ILLUMINATED BY LIGHT..
NOT LIKE THE JUBILANT SPRING SONG OF THE LARK, NOR THE MORNING DEW GATHERED BY ELFS AND OFFERED TO ME- NOR LIFTED BY TRANSPARENT WINGS IN FLIGHT..
NOT LIKE DIGGING CURIOUS TOES UNDER SANDY BED OF COOLING CREEK- NOR ANGELS LIPS TOUCHING MY CHEEK.. IS LIKE I BOW MY HEAD UNDER WEIGHT OF ICE COLD RAIN- NOT ABLE TO BREATHE- OBSCURED MY IMAGE FROM HEALING LIGHT- HIDE INSIDE OPAQUE DARKNESS... VOICE OF CORE RECEIVED AS SCREECH OF HAWK , POINT OF ARROW THROUGH HIS CHEST.. PIERCES MY HEART-FALLS FASTER THEN WIND CAN CARRY IT- AND ITS ME! IN NEED TO CATCH IT HOLD AND HEAL IT.... SEE MY IMAGE CLEAR IN ITS EYES.. c) re written edited ...'Mignon' Nov.2007