when the quake
and the storm
are halted by your
breath
when the leaves
and the flowers
are created by your
laughter
when the light
and the dark
are inspired by your
presence
my sunrises and
my sunsets are
halted, created
and inspired
by you.
when the quake
and the storm
are halted by your
breath
when the leaves
and the flowers
are created by your
laughter
when the light
and the dark
are inspired by your
presence
my sunrises and
my sunsets are
halted, created
and inspired
by you.
and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
i should have been a pair of ragged claws.
i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
1 comments:
nice.
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