learning the breeze stay clear from the foam
living your life some where all alone
break peace from the bread you used to know
lone in decision pressed clear by my own'

in the distance trees those legend of spring solstace bread
whet is going on in my head
all colors of grey, peach and cream
the solstace of what is beiing seen

mockry the space torn odyssy
a brigade of the most triumphant be

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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