We are a basket case, of fears and feelings, brains and heart...each racing to be first, standing tween our wings, some days they carry us aloft, and others, crush us in their tenderness, almost killing us.We are angels, in the making...who hardly know ourselves, hearing sweet whispers, or the clashing's of armors...of heavenly wars, and we only stand our ground...barely in the balance, as the wheel spins round and round and round...
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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