On a rough road
words collide
with one another
causing a wreck
disturbing
the joy of the moment!
friendly voice
I hear you speak
in sweet tone
you become an eagle
that flies
sweeping across
familiar field
the dead ones
they morn for you
as you swim
through the waters
of your guilt
and accept the circumstances
you cannot change!
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Wonderful poem on circumstances that cannot change