ConsumedA Poem by Words of mind
My mother has always told me
I am to sensitive To caring about things in live that doesn't matter Like the stars and moon Flowers Time And lists that go on forever And I asked her "How do I walk this Earth Without being absolutely consumed By everything around me" I was met by Silence © 2024 Words of mind |
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