Thoughts you hear and at an age to come you keep your thoughts or you foolishly share them,
Sometimes thoughts shared feel good even when not welcome,
Its the sharing the poet me feels,
Thoughts,
Words,
Strung together are for our spirits,
Our thoughts are not meant to make others hurt,
Our being ,
Our essence define us we,I apologize of you believe we are actually sharing your pain,
Our similarity to others is purely an accident,
We are all to some degree similar,
Poets are old spirits,
I”m an old Whitewolf saged spirit,a warrior on a paint pony watching high upon a killing field.
I love this❤
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