In hope that we might sleep

April 22, 2018

In times we cannot accept,

Minutes seem likes days.

No color, no taste…even love seems fake.

And then, we step with our left instead of our right.

We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.

The shoulders fall; we breathe again in a new space

And for a moment, we open again.

 

 

 

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