Many waters, drip down
into the bones
those lone dark roads
contentions breaking strange-friends
I say hello/ you say welcome
a paradox of good and evil
choosing roads less traveled/
wasn’t as hard as it seems/ God, can you hear me?
not knowing has played her part
harder still/ knowing,
in between the moments there sleeps
a tender silence, awakened by the floods
mimicking footsteps
echoing for the path
to become…~kindness sis. Krissy
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