Room at Last
Peering into the day there is the sea with tide and wind, the sound of birds and cloud filled sky. There is the land green
June 28, 2020
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Peering into the day there is the sea with tide and wind, the sound of birds and cloud filled sky. There is the land green
Not good enough echoes through dreams, lifetime after lifetime trying to please, to shape your self to another’s standard while the one in the mirror
As birds wing over water our souls travel this world with tiny hearts beating, fervent through the rush of air. Propelled from within through suffering
The old heaven and earth are passing away before our very eyes. Anger and opinion of little use as the ground slips beneath our feet