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Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
Even In Hills
even in hills, were once the mountains
and the valleys, the seas
and the mighty redwoods, the seeds of long ago
and in my father's grave, a boy long ago
innocence gives in to the restless, and then we are back again
peace resides on tepid waters, and I to dust
for the children of tomorrow to morn, not for long of me
for my final thoughts should disappear but for naught I pray.
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