This is the mind Another brother Always preparing to forget.
I am here
I have this body
This is my soul
Immersed
I am a soul
Bathing in the river
The river runs and runs
It seems endless
I am a body now
Forgetting the soul
Because of time
& pain
The pleasures are pieces
Simmering like trickles
Of light
Like soft needles of
Rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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