Josh Kuyten Poems

You touch a soul, or it touches you
Of this I have a perfect view
But some lose a touch or a sight they know they need
It seems being smothered by a canopy of greed
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I'm here in my mind, this river flows
You never know those times where it bends
It turns and falls and never truly ends
It wears away at everything around it
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Waves at my back, friends at my side
Fire at my face, this place a saving grace
Ive learned some things in the days of late
That we all hope for something kind of the same
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