Wandering Spirit
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Did zest for life have a term until dialectal?
What comes before the numeral mystical?
Only God can discern my soul name.
He counts our hair and the sand with kame.
I grasp to worship his name as a young soul.
To be grateful and to sue God for his role.
I was raised to shimmer and shine as a juvenile.
Echoing his faith and leniency and being luminal.
I tried to be aware of the ocean's load.
It had to endure scraping at the sand.
Then spoke something in a hushed tone.
And I knew all that before, from the stone.
When the lights dim owing to the fading sun.
Ideas that once helped now steer you to stun!
When tragedy begins to veer toward standing.
Don't miss that a good mood is all you entail having.
Written: February 09, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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