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To Learn Bravery

To return to him, you must learn with the seeing,
Pretty pieces of the pathway appear to us when sown.
Cool and stopped, a freedom of the house is propped,
Returning us yet again to oblivion and soul's rest.
Hiding, creating and fulfilling is a fierce wind of might,
Turning the present to the past or the future.
Time is still a system of the painted paint, a pant of sayings,
The rigour of righteous reality, the space of a region.
Towards the cheek is the calling, alien to my neck,
Feel the chess of my life, the phones of my calling.

Fighting is just an occupation from above and below,
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Monday, October 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bravery
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