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The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind...

From the song "Blowin' in the wind" by Bob Dylan (1963)

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A million tiny things
decide our mutual fate
A hidden scent
Implicit devotion
A look of recognition
discernible only to the heart

A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2010)

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Boundaries. Borders. Distances.
Don’t exist.
No limits – nor land to cross.
No other boundary but our imagination
No borders, just the edge of our hearts
The only distance between you and me
the in-road to our souls.

A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2005)

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My cold hands in your pockets
Your warm breath on my face
We stand amid the debris of summer
And give thanks for autumn’s grace

A poem by Tia Gow (October 2010)