
love lives in the shadows, and
the whispers of the wind, as
along a lost trail, I go
with pain the size of stones
in my heart, I
compose
possibilities, while people in places far away
eliminate the rights to choose and be free
Do you ever wonder about peace and tranquility?
I do too.
at the same time
I consider the anger in the breeze, and
the angst pervading this body, as
visceral sensations awaken the truth
within the painted brush strokes
of a love as deep as the sea
and this terrible sadness dwelling inside of me
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