On wayward roads all covered in dust,
A whisper guides our way.
The ones we lost, were the ones we trust,
On wayward roads all covered in dust.
Decaying statues crumble and rust.
The broadened path that led us astray
on wayward roads covered with dust,
a whisperer guides our way.
dope, man- a whisper guides our way (the Holy Spirit) I love it
Thanks for sharing this thought-provoking poem Mr. Moore. Loved your wordplay in this poem.
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dope man, a whisper guides our way (the Holy Spirit) love it!