Mortal Minds

it is these things, the most simple,
honest, and raw... which we have the
most trouble with.
these are the treasures we seek for...
they hold the wisdom we cannot define!
for they contain the eternal, which we
strive for with mortal minds... the
secret of the wind, which we cannot
hold in our hands, or possess!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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