
Longing nights and teary streets
My world does not stop and bends-
on its knees,
My closets are full uncried tears yearning to break
On the axis of things unseen
un-fleeting miracles, re-awaking singing bowls
Suffering and its religion
The fatty calf, rocks of honey
Eternity sleeps with healing in the trees.
VisionarieKindness©2016
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