Wise, Win, Kind
I feel a deep sadness, a high happiness, a deep happiness --until I think,
how I may be winning now -- and so
recall past, p-r-o-longed pain.
Why am I scoring so late?
But moments of no fear, fun,
presence, curiosity and play,
with a few good people at their right times,
were a pink bright opening
through the doors of fog.
Wise, wise is inside,
in yourself,
be free, be selfish,
then you can be kind.
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