There’s nothing that I have when I die that I keep
There’s not a word that he’s written that has not made me weep
Longing comes in floods, I guess we get what we reap
Treading flooding waters drowning where his soul runs deep
© Delia Ross. 2020
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3 replies on “Not A Word”
Indeed, my friend – we have to reap what we have sown… but in-between there is our free will, our choice…
Thanks for sharing, my friend 🙂
Hugs and love
Didi
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That’s what they say, free will, but then so much of our existence is controlled and manipulated. Once we figure that out, we spend another lifetime reconditioning what we’ve been brainwashed to believe. Stay woke.
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This is a process of learning which will never have an end – it is a process of becoming conscious, my friend.
All the best and stay healthy and safe 🙂
Didi
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