My reasons are mine my thoughts are not
Forever a slave to this twisted plot
Acting alone, a beehive drone
Trampled down, no one else around
How is the soul to be found?
An inner light, hidden from my sight
In the mirror I took
Or maybe a book
Page be page an inner war I wage
Seeking self lost on a shelf
Bound by time, at the cost of a rhyme. JD
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Author:
Rooster (
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- Category: Religion
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Comments1
The pages of our life hold many secrets. Nice.
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