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©2010 by Paul Zografi
Gift

In balance we peer
We surround the moment
Silence rings its weaving bell

These things we pursue
They are real to our dreams
But to our touch
And our heart
They are dust in the light

In balance we survey
We bleed the stillness
But see no conquest
No merit on the wall

All has been given
All is present
All is gift