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Near the River

Posted on April 30, 2018 by William Wayne Smith

There is a silent village near the river It flowers with a beautiful people The summer sun shares its bounty Their nature grows pure and strong This river flows from distant mountains Its clear water teems with watery life The … Continue reading →

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A Gift

Posted on May 3, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

The day was wholly cloudless. The open sky was blue. Dark clouds were far away. In my mind it was a great day. I knew that my people were near. The beginning of each day is holy. Moments like this … Continue reading →

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Sowing Laughter

Posted on July 1, 2014 by William Wayne Smith

I can only share with my companions. Their seeds flourish with deep roots. Their blossoms spread a fragrant vapor. When I sow seeds in my heart, they wither. I talked to a friend this morning. I received hope and lost … Continue reading →

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My Small Village

Posted on July 7, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

I am wandering a small village. I will meet many unusual people today. I enjoy these daytime walks. I work hard to improve my life. However, progress only comes slowly. Memories of the past fade away. I am full of … Continue reading →

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