DirectionA Poem by Patrick McCombs
Victims of circumstance
A slow lovely dance Fire ever consuming Ever blooming Grass always growing Water always flowing Find your direction Walk through the intersection Find your voice Make a choice Not everything black and white You need insight Read musty books Listen to babelling brooks Learn the wonders of the Earth For all it is worth To learn that it is utterly harmonious It is simply euphonious © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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