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Colm May 2017
Forget not
That at the lowest part of the humble path
Resides the divot
Which concurs and divides
Not passing feet
But yearns to keep the honest truth
Which is bestowed upon the earth
By means of rain
Teeming with life and oxygen
How it tries to keep itself within
Both without fail, and with inevitability
Because the water will certainly soak or sway
But the divot itself will forever stay
Embedded in the earthly clay
Beneath our walking feet
So forget not to tread lightly, ever so
On this, the placid soil underneath
Because the rain is a blessing. Ever to be appreciated.
Dharker May 2017
Is it that insane
that we all want the same
Talking to each other
oh how it sounds good
That you can
connect with me
and feel
what I'm feeling
deep inside
In those translations
we enter minds

A petal ready to fall
in liquid thoughts
Is it just a dream
Should I take a step at all?
To where the monsters live
Ready to show their faces
To the wondering soul
who walks alone
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