A sound, a smell and strong words or pictures,
Of moving visions and forgotten but lived in scriptures-
Moods that the trigger pulls back from peacefulness,
Into the awful place of crazed but utter helplessness,
To come to a hurting heart and from a broken mind;
The ever moving persistence of the nature of time,
Brings back to the here and now, to forever grow,
A calm which only an old spirit can ever truly know.
J.Bibi
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