VINCENT OYET Poems

I'm not heaven.
I won't be the person you painted in your mind of me.

Neither am I God,
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Before a flower falls to the ground,
it is admired, inhaled, and passed from hand to hand.
It spends its whole life being a gift.
That's what we humans are.
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Life is tough, You know
It meets every soul Differently
And so every soul treats it Differently
No matter the class they're in
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