Poem: Wisdom


Her kind lips movedwis.jpg

And saved me a dozen times

It anchored my soul

From the shackled places,

Places I visited in my mind

With my body

And my soul behind

When I had a dozen thoughts

Of how life may never is a kind story to tell

A Rubik cube not many can solve

But hearing her speak,

I abandon the days I had earlier

The memories that shackled me

For her lips made me reason

Speaking what a soul would ever need,

When it came awoke

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