I never knew how to pray,
On knees or tucked away.
A universe that stays the same.
Captures all but sane.
And permanent rain
Cannot find a way to decrease.
We just try to bloom,
Fight to lose.
Walking uphill,
Still don't know the view
At the edge of the cliff.
2 comments:
I find it not so hard to bloom in the deluge, but to love the flower for what the flower is.
Stay to the high side of that cliff.
If I happen to reach it.
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