15 December 2015

Mindless Few

By Bryan

I see shapes and bodies,
On the wall behind you,
As rain clouds gather,
At the church pews.

The smile and touch,
Dream with no life
Envisions my progress
Along on this ride.

Simple, simple
Nice and slow,
Memories linger,
Memories grow.
Feelings hiding,
Hate is true,
Love will conquer
The mindless few.

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