The cups are half full these days
It's a brighter better world out there
It's all a lie, an advertising con game
I understand, but I do not understand
I love, but I cannot love
When the last flower falls, who are we
The big meadow without the cross
The one mountain teaming with waterfalls and tall conifers surrounded by a moat of marshland and lakes
Are we the kin of Crazy Horse?
Is the pain in love everlasting, what does love mean?
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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