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i went to a place in my head.
in that place i met God.
i said, "God, i have doubts,
troubles, and fears."
then God said, Look down.
at my feet,
a white flower grew
through sand.
in that place i met God.
i said, "God, i have doubts,
troubles, and fears."
then God said, Look down.
at my feet,
a white flower grew
through sand.
:::
love is an old lady
with a loud mouth
whom cannot stop
talking about
the good ole days.
:::
6:28 p.m.
no wind.
the sun peaks from behind
the trees' waists on this spring afternoon.
100 Years by Five for Fighting
begins to play;
the piano continues the melody
of the day before me.
I'm fifteen for a moment...
the lyrics arrive like a telegram,
reminding me
of the miracle of beauty---
of the miracle in this miracle
of this moment inside living.
no wind.
the sun peaks from behind
the trees' waists on this spring afternoon.
100 Years by Five for Fighting
begins to play;
the piano continues the melody
of the day before me.
I'm fifteen for a moment...
the lyrics arrive like a telegram,
reminding me
of the miracle of beauty---
of the miracle in this miracle
of this moment inside living.
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