Wednesday, August 19, 2015


There is a sense of calm
when all is observed
when one is not mute
for what is deserved
the shores make no difference
what is left to be learned
the crickets still chirp
while the wood is left burned
there is no greater howl
than the hunger we need
the fight to sustain
a life to succeed
could our hearts suddenly beat
the harmony we seek
to disable the mask
we use to just peek

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