A cold white mist
on the horizon.
An Eire voice that
sounds like bees.
Am I floating?
Am I alive ?
A choir of innocence
immersed in sorrow.
Standing at the Barb wire
of the saddest place on Earth.
Trying to understand
the unforgivable.
Being led by conscience
and a buzzing mist.
Lifes choices are hard
and usually unfair .
But, you choose
and move on .
Hoping you will not
need to be forgiven.
The path forks through
quiet emotions.
But , the truth is always
well hidden .
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We must always move forward Bill as there are wonders ahead of us just waiting.
Andy
Thanks Andy , good advice.
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