Lined up books, the devils hooks
Leather, crimson, daisies, and rue
Whimsical dreams I had to subdue
Sickle to the field, mend and sew
Learning to let go of last years cargo
White powders that got mixed into the system
A generation, broken bruised with addictions.
Things I was taught by misdirections
Events that left me with a lot of questions
Things I was taught by roots and connections
Healing I found in isolation.
- Neuralogical Feb. 19 2017
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Neura Logical
Hi folks! My name is Noura. I am a poet, photographer, graphic artist and student of life.
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