like the soaring of a reaching flower
still. peaceful.
and soaring...
a yearning so great,
so deeply rooted,
it takes flight into it's own skies
the heart is the sun and the flower
Underneath my schemes, dreams, themes and doings all I really want is to be closer to you and myself. I am unpacking my bags for this journey. I am beginning a new chapter, my penmanship more care-ful and wild, my author-ity comes in harmony, my song is my sword and white flag. Mirror-cle, use me to decide what to wear in the mornings, I will look at myself in you until I look back. Let us marvel at the pain we shed and the love we make, like petals bowing to fruit. Journey me.
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