soysin
we wear our madness in black and white, hopes of coexisting end in this strife.
oh the river!
I can see it now
a road
I haven't travelled
has become
submerged
and my hopes
are somewhere
between
the rocks
and the dream
and I can only
reach up
towards the sky
cry out to God
for the time, the place
the clouds form
thought
after thought
neverending
until the storm
brings us together
or
leaves us
drifting apart
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