t’is my mind that can’t be quiet and still from
anguished thoughts as to how people have
chosen hate and war over Love and peace
my enthusiasm and hope is still present for i
have witnessed some young people who have
much promise, they are givers not just takers
mine eyes couldn’t close to rest from tears welling,
incessantly running down my cheeks for the lives
wantonly lost in Ukraine, at the hands of a monster
i choke of angst, trying to breathe while lying down,
trying to relax and rest my weary muscles and bones
so that my spirit has strength to rejuvenate
‘do not disdain portrayals of love or feign affection
but receive with open arms and heart life’s every
emanation, for loves they will falter and tend to fade
away and hearts will get scorned and cry from day
to day, do not fold within like a flower that sleeps
at the end of its season, be like a perennial, always
leave a little room to start again’
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