Lost Souls Dead Leaves
Lost Souls, Dead Leaves
Brushed by the winds of Spirits,
rustled leaves float without wind.
Touched by nothing but still feel it,
Lost Souls begging for mercy my friend.
traveling through past world history,
left to wander out of place in this place.
Everything once believed becomes uncertain,
reincarnation of the same persons different face.
Refusing to accept New World thinking,
unable to believe just what anyone has said.
One track minded simple vegetables breeding,
become the offspring of the intellectually dead...
bmdavey@
02/08/16
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