The wind it cripples me
The mighty how they fall
Where once stood an orchard
Now, bears no fruit at all
Your wizened words are blasphemy
An echo in the past
The road that lead to your demise
Was paved to be your last
BITTER JOURNEY… a poem
The wind it cripples me
The mighty how they fall
Where once stood an orchard
Now, bears no fruit at all
Your wizened words are blasphemy
An echo in the past
The road that lead to your demise
Was paved to be your last
I hope this is a harbinger of better times.
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Excellent Kevin! Well Done Brother!! A smooth road to travel on will certainly get one where they are headed faster!
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Thanks brother!
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Nicely done – we are all so much more alike than different, we emotional creatures…
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Indeed we are!
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Well said!👍👍
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Thank you, Richa!
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