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Listen

A babbling brook
whispers the secret of life,
never to be heard over the noise
of the cataracts of our lives.
Too deaf to see
and too blind to hear,
emotions become a blind beggar's cane,
pleading for spare change,
our tin cups runs dry,
surviving on nickels and dimes,
while the alter of greed is lit
with gold candle sticks.
STOP
and
listen
APissPoorShaman
Written by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
Published | Edited 22nd Oct 2022
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