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It rains, it pours, water — falls.
Fires rage, bridges burn, ash — is the taste.
We linger on, spirits encased in human form.
Evolving — devolving, do we ever learn?
Written by D. Abboh
Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com