Just when...A Poem by Voice
Just when it looks like
You're about to match The colors of Rubik's cube, And you're about to catch The long - awaited fish of desire, And you're about to snatch Your life back from eagle's claws, And you're about to patch The torn pieces of your soul, And you're about to latch The doors of the doomed past, Just then your hut of thatch Catches some unforseen fire. Now start with scratch . . Because that's all you're left with. © 2018 VoiceReviews
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