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Common grounds
Life travels on
We try and find
The balance between
Ideal and perfect
Yet the solution lies in
Simplicity and understanding
How strange
We have the power
To express our love
Our feelings
Yet bound by unknown shackles
Refuse and resist
Beyond the borders of obstinacy
We mourn our departed
But are too proud to
Let the living know
We run parallel
Like train tracks
Bearing the burden of life
And yet never meet
On common grounds
common grounds
If we could meet on common grounds this world would be so much better.
People play too many childish games with each other. good metaphors. hbw
nicely written.
Ps. if you woud like to use a stanza from my weeping willow poem,
along with your sketching, feel free to do so. please just add my name to stanza. ok.
I am now writing under heather wilkins (my married name)