Days In The Blackberries Field
His specious sadness
leaves no one indifferent
– a bait for glances.
Trap for sensitives – don’t fall!
Burden on his backs
escape and shelter for him
– well made illusion.
Only place where he feels safe
– the curse he carries.
Some among us live like snails,
pay attention while you walk.
Wonderful 🙂
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Thank you, Morgan 🙂
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