The Fugue Poem by Evie Johnson
The Fugue
Hello and Goodbye
Is all we get
He is perplexed by himself
Scared of the divergence of an opposite
Drawn down by a history
The snow to him
Seems more from an angel
As he shoots and
All is protected
This is when we realize
There has to be a God
Or something out there
Life is not supposed to be
Copious with regrets
People are not counterparts
But more of counterpoints
From the music of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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