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What we should ask

Wind splashing against wisdom’s reach. Exploding on the rock, with a loud screech, speaking whistle none can understand. This the message, lost, none can say where. Oh, search with me, this message flowing away, convincing it, with us, she should stay. Fragrance of the past, we do not comprehend, only the loss do we amend. Seething tone, hot, with torrent reach, leave us with no reproach, enlightenment wave we will grasp, This is what we should ask.


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Written by Dennis Faherty

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