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[bodytext] => I Am….Part 1 I have seen the spirits you cannot see. I have been to places you should never be. I was made to listen things you needn’t hear. I was made to bear things one should never bear. I have the knowledge of that you don’t know. I have the power to show things I needn’t show. I have feelings you will never feel. I have herbs that can heal. I have the sharp arrow that is made to kill. I make those sick that deserve to be ill. I took them when their time came. I made him walk he who is lame. I chant ancient saying I should not chant. I sow things I should not plant. I am with the woman in strife. Creeping softly, I am life. Shining bright like the stars above. Flying so free, I am Love. I take you away in just one breath. Riding upon my tall black horse, I am Death. Part 2 I am the leaf falling from the tree. I am the blind who still can see. I am the heart that skips a beat. I am the child forlorn with defeat. I am the man who is a loner. I stand by the side of an organ donor. I watch as a mother bears a newborn child. I am the wind blowing free and wild. I am the time that rushes by. I am the small child beginning to cry. I am the woman’s last breath. Taking her lifeless hand, I am Death. Strong & bright like the Sun above. Careless and free, I am Love. I am the teenager with the knife. Slipping slowly by, I am Life. Part 3 I am the snow upon the ground. I am lost but never found. I am far yet still so near. I am deaf but still can hear I am the trees engulfed in fire. I am the eagles soaring higher and higher. I am the still and tranquil lake. I am the give that you take. I am the weak and the proud. I am the silence that is so loud. I am different yet the same. I am the child with no name. I am the sick and the well. I am both Heaven and Hell. I am the small white dove. Soaring high, I am Love. I am the man’s dying wife. Moving quickly by, I am Life. I am there when they take their last breath. Silently waiting, I am Death. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Irish_Flame [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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