Weary and torn,
Displaced to no destination,
The storm has taken over,
The wind blowing vigorously,
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A compelling and creative cry for rest and wholeness to replace weariness and brokenness. Well done my friend!
Weary and torn, With internal wounds, Bleeding profusely, Dehydrated to wrinkling, Aging without age, Seeking tranquility..transmigrated new souls.. believing in the theory of reincarnation. refugees with the new circumstances. a fine poem. i was noting how your thinking develops. very fine poem dear Anzelyne
Sometimes I wonder if I make sense these thinking though, thanks for reading