Featuring the works of e' Bender Webb
by e Bender Webb
the wind blows
more than gently through the trees.
it talks to the pain
and soothes the heart;
giving strength to ancient knees.
dragging broken legs
you dance your sorrow.
you take away
and you give back;
always working towards tomorrow.
oh mad poet . . .
with your pictures tainted
by lifetimes spent;
is there anyone to set you free?
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