My Soul Crows

1# Thoughts

“maybe”   I despise

Reflecting unwanted cries

Broken lullabies

 

A room full of flies

Mosquitoes our acid lies

Never live or die

 

2# Body

Alas give me time

loose the junk, ongoing crime

Killing drifting grime

 

3# Soul

When does life unfold?

Myths, self-helps, philosophy

All cheap talk flatter

 

Rain on windowsill

Young hearts under credit bills

Crows loosing souls fill

 

I wander so still

Peace a cherry blossom thrill

Taken by the wind   

The End

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