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Desert Tree

Lost In Purpose

Teetering at the edge.
The watchman for solid ground.
The protective mother.

An ocean roars.
One wave at a time.
One breath, then plunge.

Calm is disorienting
Under the tumbling wave
We can not hold our breath

Lost in purpose
Blind under siege
War Generals confer
Battling for my space

I call It what it is
But It has no name
Like the unborn baby
Face unknown.

I am here
I am waiting
On the corner of next time


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  1. Barbara #
    March 29, 2013

    each photo is almost more amazing than the last…….and the words fit so perfectly. so glad you are sharing this with the world……..

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