High and dry.
Wind flowing through the western sky.
Traveling down the lonely miles echoing.
Distant thunder with the fire rhythms heart beating.
I Felt a change in the wind
As if it is time to move along.
Wondering what fate as waiting for me all along.
Suddenly over come with an irresistible erge.
Stopped and Rushed for a pen and paper.
Begin to write this poem without fear.
I could live with out the gorgeous sea.
I can do with out all the pretty palm trees.
I can stand with out the open blue sky .
But my paradise can never be real without the one beautiful you.
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Copyright 2007 By: Richard Tyree
