INK: UNTITLED NO.1


My hands are folded, my head is bowed.

I see no reason to worry now.

Things that were important, disappear in the dust.

Knowing what direction to go, that’s a must.

Though I hate writing in rhymes,

it seems to do me well in these times.

My hands are folded, my head is bowed.

I see no reason to worry now.

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