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Lost & Found

This body
Is a mere clay pot.
Planted within
Are my veins, the vine
My nerves, the roots.
The blood rushing through
Carry the dna, the nutrients
And instincts that help us
Find our way
Or get us lost
So lost,
In this maze…..

Any and all things possible,
Our fate
Is what we Make it.
Live in light;
Drown in darkness
Love like there
Is no tomorrow
And you Will
Have lost your sorrow.

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  • Bob Fox
    November 15
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    Words to reflect on. Take the good and chuck the bad. And always , as a reader, smile at happy and wise poetry. well penned poet. sweet and beautiful


  • The Drifter
    October 27

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    A beautiful poem that needs to be read several times lest the reader looses any part. This poem sneaks up on a reader and surrounds the reader like an evening mist. Some much revealed, yet so much mystery. Thank you for sharing. :-)