We can tell
only too well
a bud from a bloom
later than soon
We know
that dawn’s glow
is the first strike
of cheering sunlight
We can understand
time’s ceaseless hand
that it brings age
like a poor man’s wage
But do we sigh
before we hear a lie
Do we know at the start
that we’ll have a broken heart?
Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts
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