Some dirt just sticks

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there’s a wind
blowing
shaking fresh
green leaves
chasing the dirt
from the
air
the lack of
sun
is a melancholy
reminder
a paradigm of
sadness
to peer
thru

I would the
wind to blow
thru me
clean the dirt
from the vast
expanses
of my soul
and leave
me rain
fresh

I would the
moment release
regret
tear sorrow from
it’s foundations
and leave me
justified

I would the
night fall finally
to it’s end
that the morning
bring innocent
joy
sins forgiven and
forgotten

I would but
it won’t
no wind will
pierce the
hollowed halls
of sufferings
domain

some dirt just sticks

J. Masuda © 2004
art
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
cool poem, and may I say "thank you sir?"
Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
little confused. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I don't know any sir. Call me Johnny.
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