Whispers of Your Soul
If only life were simple.
People go through complications all their life,
until they’re old and wrinkled.
The complications cut through our lives like a knife.
People die in wrecks,
people lose their happy stride.
There is still simplicity.
Imagine a lone cabin in the woods,
now that is true beauty.
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