I know it can't be summer forever
these anonymous days will end soon
and though today I talk of happiness
tomorrow we will plan a resistance
with
voices
eyes
hands
the breeze
lifting
us like joy
(or dismay)
the world is so loud with trouble
and yet we feel almost immortal
spreading like rumors, we wade in
knowing there's still time to be taken
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2 comments:
That last part is so good, Maya. Spreading like rumors! Great line.
Another lovey poem. Life is so ephemeral sometimes, like summer, like joy, like trouble. They are always there, and yet always fleeting…
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