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Only the Poet Knows…

02 Nov

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Innocence in an asylum is not always brave,

they pursue freedom in the innocent’s name.

Never fearful, never in shame. In the mind

winds blow, sails stretch far and wide, bugles

blow and people around the innocent dies.

Victory runs deep in minds, success and hearts

filled with thoughts of freedom so bold, knowing

their story will never be told. Ambition never grows

fruitful on the seedless vine, their harvest is worthless,

truth no one can find. Seas and river’s flow, caution

tossed away and fallow is the innocent’s mind a lost

land, fought for by no man. Maybe truth is something

that only the poet knows.

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 
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