Through timeless squalls the heart rises again
and it must weather the storms of the world.
Here in this Universe, we have time
and pain. Colored by sunsets and wine,
the ribs bend and sway to the Four Winds.
Seeded and packed with growth
some of us jump off and some of us
can only wait for yesterday.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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