Through

Is there a better

life,

through, me?

 

Flowing waves

of a miracle dream,

life!  A moving stream

dark lost within the caves,

filled with burden of lov…

 

Trapped in a lie,

as the birds floats freely

soaring grace,

hidden within an unburden

trace..

And in a young child

soft glowing

face….

 

A truth to be

quietly, and honestly,

seen…  A vagabond

street barron,

living fantasy

dream…..

 

Is there a better

life,

through, me?


Through

Through

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