The Donation Poem by Madrason .

The Donation

Those memories cling on to your soul
and give your body gravity
intensely longing to be
to be…. come
to grow out of all of it
to get released by the earth
to scratch the pain away
and yes another minute, hour, day
to gaze at the blaze
the dusty haze
and sigh
…….. why! M

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Madrason .

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waalwijk netherlands
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