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Abroad


Matter is Dynamic, a tapestry unfolding of when i was younger and studying from under.
Tags: Poem  Rock  Life  Elements  Matter  Maya  Purpose  Poetry 
On a rock they clung,
Is how this tale is sung;
For greed and sun,
Was their only fun.
For many aren't pure of heart,
In the start,
And in discussions,
There begin many repercussions.
Then they learn,
For a rock holds not so much energy as love,
So they don't shove no more;
For perhaps they saw,
Just a little bit more,
Of what they were looking for.
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