Acrylics and Oils
70cm x 100cm
Deep Edge Canvas
 
 
How often it is that we lose our way,
Trusting that saccharin scent.
Open hearts that easily stray,
Leading peace to slowing ferment.
 
In these days what is there to trust?
When clowns wear crowns and ask "salute!"
Stand still and pray, and pray we must,
For sense of a collective rebuke.
 
Lead your days with trust in yourself,
To bring living love to this world.
One by one, not long now my friends,
True days of love will quell.
 
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