The waters have stilled
The storm has moved on
The highways are clear
The game lost it pawns
Yet without a mighty flood
Or an explosion of light
Without tires on pavement
Or players in the fight
Time stops
The ardor bleeds away
The compass spins without direction
The mind escapes and leaves no trace
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Author:
Angela-a (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2021 16:05
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Comments1
really well written
reads like a timely 'wake-up call' for society,
thanks for sharing
Yes! I was aiming for a certain cadence and I am glad you picked up on that
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