Snarled and tangled in the web of life upon crossroads of maturity.
Living aside the chance of goodness with kindness and love.
Desiring the open-endedness of peaceful sorrow and grief, pulsing
tremendously inside us.
Wonderment and awe left stranded on the wayside as we trip and
stumble through our hard-earned lives.
Casting aside our misplaced trust, we wander hand in hand without
each other's care or fascinating compassion.
Filled always with our own explorations we falter, often puzzled
by our awkwardness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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