maybe there's another me,
in another world
not weighed by such questions.
or held by such light.
or touched by such laughter.
but here, i ache. morn. and cry out.
someday it will fall together
as the setting sun
seals the days into one.
05 December 2011
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Good prose - Joy arrives in the morning, as they usually say.
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