Sunday, September 6, 2015


Immersed
In a world unrehearsed
Look for the best
Expect the worst

I weep for the nameless
The knownless it seems.
God created gravity
But regrets it in her dreams
Of slow falling sparrows
In feathered tragic streams.
But keeps her eyes open
And takes it all in.
It pours out in tears.
I still think Love will win.

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