Dew drops
fall on thunderstruck stems
Making no
difference.
Rain
falling on a snowcapped hill
Means very
little.
Holy
shadows on a lonely cemetery
What good
does it do,
Personality
traded long time back
I don’t
deserve anything
Nor
confinement pain
In the name
of judgment
Some
perceive as change
Living
through the race
Knowing the
best sense works
When time
plays it’s game...........
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