by John Smallshaw
If I should blow away
stow away upon the gentle breeze
do not weep for me.
For I shall become the dawn
and return once more
to walk lightly on the shore beside the gentle sea.
Galilee calls me and it befalls
that I must leave
the gentle breeze that separates
and in my eyes
a heaven waits
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