Life poses such questions
before our souls' bastions
time and again, skies warp
with a report gently sharp
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I express my gratitude, from the bottom of my heart, dear poet. Thank you.
When the skies warp, where does life seek refuge?
Life has its own way taking us forward….. Or is it backwards? ? ?
When life itself is THE question, where do we get the answers?