Honours come
Then they go
Fleeting at the best
Don’t make them
All you know
They are in your mind
They don’t exist
As
I hope you know
In the air you breathe
Growing grass
Or
Rivers that flow
No, they don’t know.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
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