I tried to find her in the morning sun,
the reason we might hold our son,
the purpose beyond loving our daughter,
our family, our rock, as life may occur.
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I read the news again this morning,
only to already know there is mourning,
again, while the world naturally dies,
we forgot the helplessness we realize.
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So today our lives, our lives will continue
while again we glance toward a sky blue
with envy the world we see is our tease,
such a beautiful shelter is a common breeze.
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I wonder sometimes if I know how to feel
when in the grasp of a world of true evil,
I choose to clean my garage, empty the trash,
bury the fortunes of humanity amidst the ash.
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I read about another killing spree just today,
the sort my society asks I quickly pretend away.
Find a forest green and walk deliberate in nature
to recognize a detachment from hurt, ah, mature.
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So I did, I walked deep into the density of time,
breathe the fragrance of simpler love sublime,
I stood inside this dream far away from forever,
to gasp, to cry, to bathe my sorrow, in a flower.
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© Thom Amundsen 2016
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