The sound of the waves
The sound of the wind
The confusing freedom that was gave
One can only wander with a healthy mind
All who is blind to see the peak
Are chained down heavy
They can hope to finally catch a peek
Even if things end messy
All of nature speaks yet we are silent
The seasons change but we’re stalling
We evade the truth as a diet
As it seems, humanity keeps on falling
With the truth we are set free
Maybe one day we’ll rejoice in glee
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Author:
axox (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
well written, thanks for sharing
liked the hopeful tone
Hopefully! Like the optimism! Nice imagery as well.
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