Poem #6

What we must find…

 

How does man or woman keep sane?
Everyone with the ebb of the sea
flows away again.

 

Happiness cannot be a man or woman.
No matter how hard he or she needs nor
wills it to be,

 

what is happiness then?
Winter wind breathes through the final leaves
what we must find before the cold remains

 

decay.

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