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Poem about the world and how we have lost our way..


Submitted:Jun 23, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


The world spins constantly,

I sit and watch it quietly.

spinning endlessly as do I,

neither bothering to ask why.

we spin together with synchronization,

neither knowing his final destination.

we spin as do our wandering minds,

lost hoping someone does our sanity finds.





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