building the walls of hate
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The breeding ground of hate takes many forms. Quite often basic ignorance
is the simple rationale and still other times their is a less easily seen
notion ...
It is 12 am , I am reflecting. Reflecting on simplicity and innocence of days gone by,
times gone by.
I keep moving, but always looking over my shoulder at the one enemy I will never truly beat,
time.
I can’t stop,
not for a minute,
definitely not for a day.
I keep my edge, my passion, my desire..
So much more a want to do here..
but look closely and maybe you will see “me”.
I show the scars of life,
some evident as a sun wrinkled brow, and thickly worn hands.
Others not so evident, not unless you listen, look deeper.
The scars are from loving and losing,
as the people say “wearing ones heart on ones sleeve”.
Times have changed,
people have gone,
some from this life others from distance.
I find myself “missing” those simple days more so now than ever..
Ever longing for my
“Dolce Vita” …
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