Furrow

From the edge of waking to shallows of sleep…
Supreme, reigns the routines we keep.

We follow our habits & our traditions.
We make sense of life’s perditions.

Numbered & followed one after the other.
Thus, children come after mother.

There’s even an order to the letters used…
Languages are all about clues.

Do not run rough over the treads we must etch.
These grooves we carve into life’s stretch.

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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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