Thursday, March 7, 2019

Replacements.

Futility,
In the midst of noise;
It shadows the light,
Of truth and grace.

But when penetrated,
The mind receives,
It understands,
Where once was ignorance.

Yet still often,
Clouds come and go;
Don't just focus on 'don't's,
But its replacements.

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