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Sometimes…
It’s just too tough
Too tough to decipher
Raw and pure honey
From mere tree-bark syrup;
Sometimes…
It’s easy to rub a dog’s nose
A dog’s nose with sweet scents
Confused for real dog bones
Dog isn’t stupid though.
Sometimes…
We walk on dry earth
Forgetting the wetlands
And dance to ego, pride
And greed.
Sometimes…
We seek the un-sort
In the bid, big pictures
Get blown and we miss
The natural honey-comb;
Sometimes…
Least unheard the story told
Far beyond the cleavages of
Seeming lips as lofty minds
Dance at market places.
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