Cycles

Cycles

A Poem by Soren

War, disease, accident, poverty, crime all measured in earthly time
Drugs, abuse, hate and pain all fall in perpetual rain
Broken, torn, shattered, burned lessons too slowly learned
buried in rot covered in filth to with the rain grow anew when tilth

© 2025 Soren


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Added on July 8, 2025
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