- L.M. 1-31-2022 11:51 am

At the edge of heartland
A poem lies dormant.
Trapped in the traffic of much-to-do
Bound by economic uncertainty
Entangled in political distress
Lost in disagreements with friends
Overcome by loss and grief
Yet this case hardened seed waits
For new water and a new day
When that poem stirs and blooms
The shellac will fall from eyes
Rich emotions will nourish the inner self
Common bonds and ambitions will form
Music will regain its throne
Forgiveness will come naturally.

The Bru
Feb 1, 2022
(Sara's Birthday)
Happy Chinese New Year!

- Jim Emptage (guest) 1-31-2022 11:58 pm

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