Why is it-
That we find our way
Through a hole of permissiveness
And end up facing astray?
Why is it-
That birds migrate home themselves
With only their spirit
But we loose our way?
Why is it-
That we provide so much
But enjoy so little...
Is that really our life's reality?
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
