The following poem is my original work, if you want to reuse please ask before doing so. Thanks!
What words echo inside my mind?
Which rhythms are worshipped?
So many rhymes through the kingdom.
So many lies passed with the bread.
How do we wade through the mire?
How do we stay on our chosen course?
Different preachers on each corner,
all imposing their own interpretations.
Why do we doubt intuition?
Why do we circle and never alight?
Years seem like feathers, floating,
through time, through air and hearts.
GB
dixtra
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