Arlyn

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POEMS WITH PICTURES
NEED TO KNOW

“Come back!”
I beckon to the clouds
that drift across the sky
“Slow down!”
I yell to the falls
that roar unstoppable
“Which way’s the path?”
I question the towering pines
serene on their hillside
unmoved by my panic
“Why?”
I beg for an answer
from the silence

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