Neither a property acquired,
Nor a gift accepted,
Flotsam drifting aimlessly,
Destiny brought together.
Flourished and nourished
By river of life,
Closeness brought with it
Gulf of separation.
Deadwoods rubbed
Sparks fire of annihilation.
Where logic fails to emotion,
Dreaming of peace is
Living in fool’s paradise.
Slow burning pain perpetual,
Hell on earth worse than
Mythical inferno down below.
Peace a constant victim
In continuous search for peace.
Words of silence
Tortured and misconstrued.
Drifting apart,
Solution?
To slow rot and
Eventual dissolution?
Fleeting Muse 
Lovely post
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Thank you and thanks for visiting.
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“Flotsam drifting aimlessly / Destiny brought together / Flourished and nourished / By river of life.” Great lines, PB. Life is mostly serendipity and this is a great explanation of how the right things end up at the right place at the right time. Loved it! 🙂
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Everything needs to be nourished to thrive.
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Your poem piques on deeper thoughts here. Words of silence can certainly be misconstrued and create more chasm.
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Thank you so much.
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