Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into an idea, then into more tangible action. 
POEM
"Although the wind . . ."
This poem reminds us that if we close ourselves off to pain, we will also be closed off to beauty and contentment.
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