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it stirred my soul
about the dead man's meeting
i can't describe it

but let me try

it is like a yellow rose
a humming bird

if only walls could talk
tears would have been saves by
time

living in the country
hope rising
you choose harmony or chaos?
pray reality

you pay for what never fade

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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