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Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
Comments not yet completely formed
racing circles in my mind.
Questions still unanswered
just beyond consciousness' reach.
Two by two they entered,
each by their make,
each to their kind.
left a footprint on my memory,
something to remember,
something to keep.
A light, a glimmer,
an echo of something I once heard,
once upon a time,
in a land so far far...
not that far away.
For by no means
will this generation pass,
the present, the future, the past
all neatly wrapped
in one sheep like class
an honest, humble, hungry heard,
where righteousness will dwell
where hunger's lost, Peace reigns,
and no one can take Paradise away!
Anthony Lane Stahlhut
That feeling is a good one at times. I wish sometimes it was quiet and no one was around, But then I do love good company too! Thanks, Anthony
What a picture of loneliness your poem presents, Wayne. The reader can feel the desert's hot sun beating down, while reciting words that the wind carries away. Fantastic write.