Inner Strife
Sea hath its pearls
High skies hath its stars.
My heart carries my life.
It flights like a kite
Of the inner strife.
It does not look for a fight
To find the inner peace.
This poem here to release
The path of faith.
All the sacred thoughts
Have simple math.
Words like a pocketknife
Leaves the cuts deep in woods.
Bring the light to read the words!
Privat initials carved
Into the trunk.
It reads like a greeting card.
Tomshinsky. 2026. Copyrighted
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