a harp unstrung


the right direction
always hungry
when there is
no way
nothing else
trying to mind
nothing wrong
carry on and
private moments
an empty tab
i have left
this earth
its equator expected
to deny
these theories
to be
all the messages
slowly expanding
a cloud of truth
i see all of you


Copyright © 2013 by Jo Heck and Rippled Words

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