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You say that sorrow passes
Like the tides moving in and out
But the mind keeps me guessing
How the sorrow came about
To live in constant wonder
To be fair is not the life I need
But the mind constantly ponders
If the heart truly bleeds.
R.K.H
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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