Soul Searching

Wed, 02/14/2018 - 12:19 -- Mateos

Harmoney can be 

glued 

crushed

taped 

thrown

melted

burned

smashed

dropped

sewn

buried

marked...

 

but it can never be replaced. 

After it is faint, 

Like a stranger, 

It evades the air 

You breathe. 

Lungs struggle to feel 

A love they lost 

Underneath the fog. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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