Flow

In conflict, the love for friction

On soil, the seeds hold on tighter

On paper, the lies sink deeper

In all there is

Then or now

All can be saved

In mind, paint another dream

In soul, cry for another time

2 Comments

  1. I loved the line “paint another dream” … can be open to interpretation for the reader, and allows the reader to put their own twist on the poem. Very well written and thanks for sharing.

  2. Thanks for reading, To each his own, be it conscience or imagination.

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