Who Thou?

Coulds’t thou

Smell incoming rain

Inhale the misty skies

Explore the inner-pain

Left by all the lies

 

Woulds’t thou

Drink the rain drop

Lick the morning dew

Slow down and stop

Even if it were true

 

Shoulds’t thou

Till up fertile ground

Chop up wild weeds

Change your life around

Planting positive seeds

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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