Poem #19

Forgotten is the fear,
the hatred, and the things we held dear.

New beginnings for old souls forgotten
who wish for the white, soft purity of cotton

Releasing a scattered mind
and those things that bind.

A dramatic moment frozen
still for a rewinding mind but now we have chosen

To let life take it’s course
While we stand as a united force.

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7 thoughts on “Poem #19

    1. enjoyed the word flow..

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  1. That’s exactly what I need. I like the “white purity of cotton” part. It “feels” good. Thank you!

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