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the clouds in her eyes.

6/12/2016

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i hate this broken world, but
i love the earthy aroma of
the soil broken open
in the spring
i love the reflection of
the sun waltzing across
the atlantic waves breaking
against the shore
i love the chorus of
the birds breaking the
silence of night with
their hopeful song.

i hate this broken life, but
i love the comfort of
familiar music that wraps its
melodies around
the lonely heart
i love the constant flow of
the stream from its
secret source, washing over
carrying away (carrying on)
i love the safety of
baby kisses and toddler love that
carry no sword or dagger.
​
a steamy mist rises
off the water as
a smoky veil descends
upon the mountains,
the magic and the mystery of
both the seen and unseen
likewise, i must learn to love
the clouds in my eyes that
defuse the light
the reasons why
the path beyond...
and so too i must carry on.
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