REST AND RESET


Pause to see how to be free.
It is a trip of heal to zeal.
Like layers of dead skin, which are akin.
All this is heavy yet numb.
Gone deeds are but the weeds.
Mow the garden of stale tales.
Rest and reset to pass the test.
Picking your  pieces will bring in peace .

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