Poems are born
When simple words Fall together Landing in the Discarded joy Left behind By those fleeing faith In half chewed thoughts Longing instead For something a bit Sweeter Capable of quenching The unrelenting thirst For that which seems Irreparably palatable Forgetting along the Way That buried in the Fragments Of long forgotten faith Remains the sacred Space Where words find joy And poems are born
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