The clouds have parted to show a vision of you it’s truth.

Minds thoughts run wild with bolted down words that become loose.

Stoic man you stand proud alone.

Disillusioned of your standing in the unknown.

But when you’re lost in the wilderness of bluff.

Then and only then will enlightenment strike rough.

It’s written on the wall.

Unforgiving love thrall.

Maybe you don’t have it all figured out though it was reeling.

You didn’t recognise that feeling.

That simple feeling called love.

She was right there staring at you from above.

Art and Poem by Sarah Martin


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