when
will the job be done
when the moon comes up
or the sun goes down
can’t fully comprehend
as i label
think
only some are able
one virtue
better than the other
winter harsher
than the cold summer
the white stars wait in the dark
to be understood and be seen
is the real
hidden in the dream
hold my hand
don’t stop me as i wipe your frown
when the moon comes up
and the sun goes down
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A profound message, Sobhana, and beautifully expressed. I love the rhythm and the rhyming works perfectly.
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Thank you, Steve…I guess I have been thinking lots about the purpose and future of work and how we often label people and experiences…I wonder if it is because it is easy or because we are afraid of the real?
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