Lay Of The Land - Poem by Louis Borgo
To be honest or to be upfront speaking for one self what is being directed
Every place of land has a root may it be salt over a shoulder or dirt of a palm with in hand
After the rain has past what impression is left.
Like a surrounding a comfort zone perhaps tips of a table with more then
Leg room to keep cards on deck
To move or think how fast are right decision taken place all cards upward
Does every reflection cast a shadow if true of a position where to look
Whether or hope for down fall of a successor with in all things pass
Time has more ways to catching up to all as heard all before
With in a sacrifice bunt that holds no bars
Thunder shakes mountain and rivers riffles the effect
The depth of some times of letting a instrument take from the stress
Is some time more then pearls of ocean?
With nice beverage how refreshing to take time for one self.
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