We are in the clouds
We walk across the bridge
We see the sunset one last time.
Our subconscious minds live here
in a white world
Do I dare say more?
What is about to unfold behind the black door?
Will you be free in a week?
In the meantime
I'll grieve your absence
Your absence will be aware of
when I look at myself in the mirror
You will enter the land of obscurity
You will relate to troubled minds
and broken hearts
but seeds are planted in the dirt.
The truth can still be placed
in unclean matter
and said from unclean mouths.
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Day 2; A warm welcome
Poetry"It is by continuing to give of ourselves that we continue to receive. In helping others, we continue to enrich our own lives.
