Poem -
A spill to a thought
Written by thoughts on a spill of water
Running freely with no purpose
for problems upon life seems no end to these steps taken
Days upon time becoming another spill to every drop
Looking up from side to side seems no end
Repeatedly in faults no flavor to this
Stumbling even on fresh sand to the high
When as I remember the joy once felt in living
I ask on a daily basis....when will you show
My God My Good.
When will you show again...?
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