BEING THERE
it started,
what season?
rain maybe
cold probably
the language of
lightening
without clouds
leafing out ideas,
opening soft
falling hard
the eyes have it,
words like water,
thirst quenched,
surprised
without surprise
minting loss
finding gold
answered prayers
hold and fold
truth be there
it was
and is
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Author:
shadow424 (
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