sharp slants of sun
slither through the grass at evenings onset
heavy with the weight of its journey
all those millions of miles-
all the furlongs of emptiness
among the stars.
just to make it here
i often wonder
would i have the same perseverence
the same determination
would i make it
half
as far?
sometimes i think of you as the earth
as someone's soft verdant lawn
in the middle of suburbia
gentle in its steady growth
and oh so far away
and sometimes
i feel like the sun
In a list
Comments
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Oh this is beautiful!
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Moved to the point where I am traveling along side the rays of sunlight! What a way to phrase a question of patience! Beautiful!
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Whoa...bookmarked definitely. One thousand applause.
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