I’ve yet to let

Go what’s gone.

In me the dead

will seed the dawn.

The flower of

this earthly wire

will climb to God

and then expire.

	Julie on I’d so rather write…
	ChasingDoubt on Wind and grass
	DiosRaw on The Blueprint
	ChasingDoubt on Perched
	DiosRaw on What I thought about toda…

	Julie on I’d so rather write…
	ChasingDoubt on Wind and grass
	DiosRaw on The Blueprint
	ChasingDoubt on Perched
	DiosRaw on What I thought about toda…

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