i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring
waiting to come
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i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring
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5 responses to “waiting to come”
We are still adrift. I really like that ending, that our self is still waiting for birth.
Perhaps we’ll find moorings. Or maybe we’ll discover we’re okay with the drifting.
At this point, maybe it’s the drifting.
Heavy sigh…
Thanks Ray! 🙂