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WHERE I WAS BORN
In the place
where I was born,
north winds blow.
They would braid
my hair for me,
kissing my face
with fingers,
knitted from
the storm..
tossed waves,
that grasped
the sea walls
edge, heaving
great, sodden,
shoulders of
the north seas rage.
I would turn my face,
once more.
to feel that
winds embrace,
I would be lover
to the storm,
In the place
where I was born.
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WHERE I WAS BORN
