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Lindy DaviesNareeb - towering like somegreat giantFormidable - and yet alluringWhat revelry happened behindthose wallsStark and cold in theirgreynessWhat sorrow did you hideTear s, laughter - echoingas in some huge chamberYou are protected by NatureBut soon - people w il lcome and destroy theeThe walls will soon be rubbleThe sta ined glass - powderThe flowers will be crushedand the trees uprootedFor a rose must diefor something to existWe ha ve all found that.For as we breatheflowers whiltleaves w itherSo it is w ith youAs you are destroyedPeople will comeand build on yourearthNo longer will you berememberedNareeb will be justa memory to a fewof us who loved you.That long drive thathas taken manyfr iends to and from yourdoorWill be covered by tenementsThe very thoughtgrates on my mind.The moth exhausted lies prostrateHis wings glowing, gold,silver and green inthe dim light.Like some personsearching for an outlet.Struggling and blind inits quandary.For the moment it ismotionlessStoring strength foranother attemptThe beautiful legsand antennae spreadout in exactsym netry .Last but still hope isthereHowever, small it maybeExistingNot living. .• • •o God what am Ithat I have been bornfree of any great disabilityAs I sit here and watchthe maimed in limb and mindJ realize how fortunate I am.Every day I find somethingwrong w ith the world I amnever satisfied.I complain and criticize .39