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 year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
1 comment:
Beautiful poem, fills me with hope :)
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