Opinions
There are those like feathers
Roving about without a care
Then one day you search for them
And they just are not there
Then there are those like lemons
Soured while still on the tree
Just waiting to be plucked
Just longing to be free
There are those like ice
Frozen and cold
Quickly melted by the sun
Flowing to quench the thirst of an empty soul
Then there are those like garments
Worn with pride
They are as personal as fingerprints
But rarely reliable as guides
No power unless you grant them access
Just opinions
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