THERAPYA Poem by Rene Velez
I didn't play my part
not as well as I thought, I had good intentions, but no inventions to advance society, I have shared space with too many to count, but I take into account, what is fair... with a certain flair, my spiritual therapy, my sacred geometry... hope, left in immortality, even days that tend to weigh, are days I may stray from my serenity, but in red, purple sunsets I find myself again, in their profanity, in their decay. © 2019 Rene Velez |
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Added on April 9, 2019Last Updated on April 9, 2019 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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