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green-thumb
Contributed by
elle
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Sunday, 23rd August 2009 @ 06:00:19 AM in AEST
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. . . the creek that rises
from the floor
more pleasant than
your slamming door.
the space around the emptiness
more calming
the less I burn. . .
our bridges burnt,
all monotone
& fall to shallows,
spoiled & spurned. . .
& boxes, overfowing
with the lessons that I've learned.
the box you tried to put me in,
cramped, with unsought care.
why can't I love?
what's fair? what's just?
the contraband acquired from us. . .
will certainly turn up
some wayward trail. . .
amid the mist of travesty
to tread heartache. . .
to tread. . .
to no avail
& within insecurities,
peeking out
beneath the trees
as seedlings stirring
in the breeze,
in time. . .
I'll grow. . . I will
. . . I swear.
Copyright ©
elle
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Re: green-thumb
(User Rating: 1 ) by ChenoaShiningwater on
Sunday, 23rd August 2009 @ 06:37:34 AM AEST (User
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That special place...of solace.So precious to have.
I am really enjoying your pen,your heart.
Blessings |
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