small talk

 

 

Of stringing joys

And streaming pain

Of love that hurts

And hurt that remains

Of unfinished books

And solemn songs

Of that what is right

And all with the world

That’s wrong

Of all that touches

The heart

And all that tears it apart

Of the ideas set me on fire

Of the heart’s unbridled ire.

There’s so much to be said

While we walk

And navigate through

Life’s maze

But often it just ends

With small talk

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