Monday, March 23, 2020
Sheaf
They look at me yet not see me
They listen to me yet not hear me
They touch me yet not feel me
They talk yet dont comprehend me
Just a shadow upon this earth
Floating, flying see me crying
Sailing, soaring hear me crying
Dancing prancing feel me dying
A feather so insignificant blowing
A spot, a sheaf of life I moaneth.
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