Sep 262017
 

cast off, drifting out.

anew.

towards the sun, prose to solace.

anew.

so near and dear.

renewal.  the grass.

of course, the clouds.  the rain, of course.

false freedom, lost in righteousness.

of course.

renewal.  soil to mud, dry to dirt.

of course.

not in light.  in dark, where the eye opens within.

hope.

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