Hidden Grains
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Eric Cockrell
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our spirit, a tree,
withstanding the storms
and passages of living....
our body, merely leaves,
turning with time and passion,
till they fall, crumble back to earth....
and that which we have lived,
fought for, and given....
just hidden grains in the wood,
that sing on moonlit nights!
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