Original poetry: "Realities", by bonzopoe

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Realities

We are all branches of the same tree,
routes with different path
that share origin and destination.

We are the different chapters of a book,
some written with neatness and style,
others, poorly written and meaningless.

We represent humanity
with its successes and failures,
some of us are an example, others, a hopeless case.

We are all equal,
but we are not the same,
some of us are broken and some of us are repaired.

We are the children of the death of the cold,
the product of shared heats,
sometimes for love, sometimes for boredom.

We are future receipts,
exchange currency of destiny,
some of us are bills, others empty checks.

We are stones of the same river,
some breaking the current,
others stagnant in the slime.

We are branches of the same tree,
some bursting with color,
and others dry by the cold.

We are journeys with different routes,
we are all equal,
but we are not the same.


©bonzopoe, 2022.


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