Monday, November 7, 2022

Far, Near, Here, But Where..

One, silence,
they say..
facets,
it clears.

But souls,
it rots..
conscience,
it festers..

Joy passes,
through..
And near
turns far..

We've lived,
many lives..
Died,
many times..

Not In,
one did,
we exist,
unfathomed..


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