Simple

Simple, but
Wanting to
Sound
Profound
And deep
The cry of the soul: Keep to the simple!
Grasping and reaching complicate
Anguish from fear
Anger to rage
Breath
Short
Hot
Blackness
Standing on fear’s scorched earth
Once again, Love’s sweet garden
Memories float away
Ashes in the cold wind


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