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I Am Not the Man

I am not the man you keep looking for.
I passed/gone through thesea and among stones.
This wind does not carry with it good tidings
A short while and the almond tree will blossom, just a short while.
Mountains will dance*. Please wait another hour
I am not the man. A bell will ring
The heavy curtain will rise, sleep
Will be lighter than eyelids. I am not the man.
In these ashes you will look only in vain.
I am not the man you keep looking for.

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Roger Dale Hadden

Truly a work of poetic art. Nothing I see as being without great grammar and this poem inspires me.

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