The Movement Around The Standstill Poem by Kale Beaudry

The Movement Around The Standstill



It's apparent you are blind,
Unknown to human kind,
There you go,
Off to show,
That changes only find.

You are stuck in place,
Faded out of race,
No 'once upon',
No 'ending song',
Just a friendly face.

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Kale Beaudry

Kale Beaudry

Vancouver, BC, Canada
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