Sink

Why do our edges dull; & why do we break down?
Why is our effort null; & where is our renown?

Our pitiful fights won; & petty ones lost…we are hopeful brigands;
Love’s motley star-crossed.

Our minds mostly in sync & simper fi one eye.
A well weathered wink…so nothing slips by.

It’s over in a blink & drawn out for a mile.
Two very tall stiff drinks & nurse them for a while.

Gulping thru the ease in; again, I relearn you.
Please lean in to reason…
Say, love can get bored too.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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