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Rippling Waves

Comes in Sways

By Nicholas GoodmanPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The rippled waves that come in sways and shift my sitting core

The shaking ache that does forsake and break us forever more

The wandering lust within my trust that tells me to run away

The cost of death and every breath, turning and spinning decay

The harvest took from every plant that comes at early time

The gentle hand who understands the fear of all this grime

The callused mind whose so refined it picks apart the world

The timid heart that can't restart and feels it's love so curled

The narrow train that runs to gain but always falls so short

The scarlet lass who makes a pass, pleasure, her last resort

The coping child who turns to mild when all would fall apart

The wishing man who moves unplanned asking where does structure start

Of all of this, among the miss, the bliss can still surround

Though in our thoughts, and what we aught, a turning has us bound

We tell ourselves the path is strait to make amends and truce

Yet like the seeds that lies so weave, we've uprooted our Autumn spruce

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About the Creator

Nicholas Goodman

Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.

https://www.instagram.com/alloflovespoetry/

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