Where flaws are left to fade.
Those filthy minds to save.
A dash from here to the door.
Some wings are ready to soar.

New days come and go.
You and I must know.
Pure water still flows.
Perfect breeze still blows.

We recover ourselves from the rain.
All the sorrows and anguish in vain.
Don’t recoil, don’t tolerate fear.
Apprehensions, angst, and hatred disappear.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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