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The Sanctity of Living 🧬 (Poetry).
Born free in this mad world.
I have waited for my wave to surf.
This life was given, not turfed.
I am not worried about the morrow.
Sorrow will not hinder the progress that has been made.
Our inner sense of peace will not fade.
Away from home, I am trapped in my own mind;
maybe I am lost in the glade.
Do you see the future?
That was the word from the preacher.
Life is a lesson, so she’s my best teacher.
I’ve learned to embrace her.
The Sanctity of Living had
bonded me to the traditional purpose of giving.
I’ve ridden the wave into the sunset.
Lying free with no worries on the duvet.
Let these words speak to you like the language of Georges Bizet.
I am in love with life, like Marie Antoinette.
This was the reality, from the moment we met.
Is this the sanctity of living?
