to all voices that flow

to all voices that flow
with wind in trees
to tantalizing gossip
wild tales and Saturn
spinning madly
when we don’t look

to all men and women
possessing their letters
holding on to sanity
with images and sounds
to all of us
madly in love with I

this is just another day
another moment to cease
with mindless absorption
letting misery like a cat
run for its life
on a still cold beach


Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-22 at 07:20

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