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He writes of the spaces in between
where few actually notice
taking note of movements
like blowing a whistle
he nibbles on his quill
observing shadows
below his lantern.
I respect myself
So do you

Age is just a number
We all know that

But still we respect
That’s how it is done

Better late than never
We learn
We have to that’s the norm

There are ways to win a war

No more fencing with you
I have crossed the fence

I lay my armour down
I respect the domain

In our heart of hearts
We knew
The boundaries were meant to be

I respect mine
My sanity I reclaim
Those driven by hate have already lost!
Please seek peace at any cost….
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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