Andrew Foreman Poet I do not know?

Softly, Now Wander

addiction and descent 
tears absorbed in cold cotton 
finite and trembling 
slipstream lives lost forgotten 

wilted blood red gin blossoms 
soiled love, tattered gown 
hopes wrung out as a bar rag 
whiskey ring, vodka crown 

far from home, foreign air 
frost proof and dark hearted 
broken mandela dreams 
a life ended, then started 

mountains patiently wait 
sultry shadows at noon 
cool down meadow breezes 
my soul warms to the tune 

softly, now wander 
muffled oars slowly dip 
drifting up crystal rivers 
losing ego, loosened grip 

infinite sadness is shattered 
joyful trumpets resound 
ragged curtains are mended 
serenity sought out... 

and found.

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