While they were busy scheming
We have all been dreaming
of ways to make this work.
Phone a friend
Close to the end
as detractors begin to lurk.
Spread the good news.
A pity for fools.
Great names fall into the dirt.
Locus - We're feeling
Waves that bring healing
Clearing through lifetimes of hurt.
No one's excluded
As some have illuded.
Sense gets a little growth spurt.
Freeing the mind
Enculturation takes time.
Evil becoming inert.
~Osian~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2023 19:35
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
This is great. I love the rhyming scheme and the underlying context within it. Thank you!
Thank you !!
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