Wading
Reflect on the wrong,
Like every song,
I repeat;
Roads curve and twist,
Just catch a grip,
Of what is required,
And all that’s desired,
One day acquired;
We can only hope,
For brightness in dark,
Names carved in bark,
Will be washed to null,
When the waves break,
They will reveal the broken.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2011
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