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Strumming my heart softly,
as I turn towards its emotional content,knowing full well that it will hit me into storms of thought, recalling every second counted in all my tomorrows.Stepping every step in complete silence,waiting to be taken away in loving arms.
Breaths of seasons whispering their calls of nature, intimidating desires, challenging me to enter inner labyrinths of reason and filling me with a logic of
Finding my way alongside another, comforting mewithout burdening my senses.Heightening clarity, giving an acute sustenance ofability.Causing the stillness of interior motives to movetoward doors beyond life.
Beautiful white flowers on a branch, placed in a vase
abode – a tree.Dogwood flowers reminding images of New Jersey a longtime ago.Now memories in a part of grey matter from when young.Touching their beauty and sacredness with sensesstrong enough to smell their scent still.
Psalms being sung from heavenly gardens, enticing me to come home where I may find peace and begin to hope in something again.
Opportunities come and go, yet even when taken advantage of – nothing seems to change.All of life remains tattered, soaked in tears and left alone.