Elayna LeSabre

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Too Late

TOO LATE

I am enough
though blindness hides
distorts reality
‘Til I am lost
illusions deep
imagining a need

Where once I slept
on cushioned cloud
sweetened by the sun
I longed for yonder
journeys wild
valleys thickly treed

Too late I saw
I’d lost my way
a pristine river free
And all I had
beneath my frame
was rocky soil
of greed

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