this high point will be maintained
pictures of memories will soon be framed
thoughts should never be contained
some of them cannot be named
on a list of what he meant to say
anyway mind won’t mind a harmless dent today
under the stars feel powerless won’t pray
far from the point where he meant to stay
this paper is brown unlike the other
white like the clouds pushed around by mother
nature and her plans tomorrow rain will cover
his head and all the thoughts of his brother…
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