


a blowing wind swirls endlessly in perfect harmony with the rhythm of our repeated sins an unrelenting rain…
swirling through the forever blue leaden wings won’t do earth bound to a muddled view ~Mark Schutter ©2015

A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
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