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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem by Haniel Long- PoemHunter.com

Haniel Long 
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The Poet

I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.

I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.

Haniel Long

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