The Burden I Must Carry
Festive my morning hopes, forged coloured scope, for day to meld with heartfelt expectation, and I rise wide-eyed, without shadows
Read moreFestive my morning hopes, forged coloured scope, for day to meld with heartfelt expectation, and I rise wide-eyed, without shadows
Read moreAs glistening worlds dissipate upon new-born leaves of green, and as sun does ascend the pale blue beginnings of day,
Read moreConcerns like vultures circling, weigh a mind with misleading annoyance, as once touted can inhibit the positive flow of thought,
Read moreThey live in expectation, a portentous waiting; if only a random gaze, to consider what lay in potential, what scripts
Read moreShall this be an ordinary day, the interplay of life and dreams, and which shall be the focus, when each
Read moreLike a lilting breeze, a pleasured sigh, the gloaming attests through beauty’s eye, the quiet and accepting relent of day,
Read moreExpectations rise to unrealistic heights, when hope inspires beyond its plush soft pillow, and soaring into its manifest being, it,
Read moreVessel to be filled… Hollow the tree, fallen in silent devastation, and in wet tendril embraced decay it lay, void
Read moreThe secret breath of meditation… Precious air, invisible life, each breath the simplicity of being, that rise and fall so
Read moreToo Real Quietly, in repose, a mind wanders
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