into my heart begins to sound
some kind of song
and the sky is
a syrupy catastrophe--but somehow
now even moths lumbering blindly
signify hope
Pic: Smelling the lilacs with L
It has been a week of/with/at Max. I'm so relieved Huck and Max seem to be getting along better. They're not cuddling together (yet...
2 comments:
Beautiful poem, fills me with hope :)
Thank you!
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