Connection

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After the sun has set

And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see

I lay awake

Much too aware of my essence

That thing I try to avoid

That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure

I see it

A fire that does not burn, nor is red

I see my soul trying to connect

But these webs are much too wide

And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need

To be connected, once more

 

 

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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