to my friend
this is to you my friendwho keeps your portals open wide
receiving gifts like falling rain
ears alert to silent movements
making arm hairs stand on end
as if a chill had come to invade
ahh
but what is this kind
and what is its color
and what is its shape
only to a closed mind's eye
only to a closed mind's eye my friend
its rich
its wealthy
its life
and its home
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