the space inside me
is a forest thick with trees,
and i am constantly planting seeds
of thoughts, impenetrable these,
till thickets of effort block and seize
the breeze of peace and inner ease...

twining branches of broken hearts,
the fruits of friendship and love
drop and rot, ungathered these,
for i have no time to get to the reaping.

05/06/2013

Posted on 05/06/2013
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