Mind and spirit too
Sacred silence now taxing
Worry making fears true.
No finger pointing
But blame the same…
No justice in the outcome
The winner of the game.
No hindsight needed
As all was seen and ahead…
But ignorance in nothing
Line the dreams of my bed.
Drowning in a puddle
Before walking on the sea…
Laughter in the distance
And a fool out of me.
Beautiful poem
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Thank you very much!
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