Poems from Galiantefforts

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I am just me, whatever you assume that to be. I was grown out of the Cascade mountains, nurtured with the salty Pacific air. I am a student, a sister, a photographer, and a human being. I am a crow-- a watcher of people and a listener to the wind. I am whatever you percieve meto be.
When a child dies,  who is left so wise as those surviving youth? Within souls of stone we all but condone a deeper death of them all. 
I am ancient hopes,  I am fragile dreams,  I am the stony, hardened tears of a soul with too many years, in a journal with degraded seams...
You may be dressed in a most elegant shade,  But I know it is merely a facade because I behold intelligence in your eyes. 
I want to dream.    Purple skies, fireflies with lights like stars up in that lavender sky.  With too much light to disguise shadows and...
This is to those roots which plant her firmly on the ground,  and to those ugly, harsh, and wild  feet which make no sound as you carried...

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