Treasure Island

Poet of the River

[Ms.] (july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

Harmony? (thought)

i fell to my knees,
when i felt a cool breeze.
i had close my eyes only to see,
the world turn its back on me.
the sun and moon were guiding me,
to friends and family in harmony,
but only if they could truly see,
my eyes are shut,
I'm on my knees,
and not with them in harmony.

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