Life Goes On
Under a broad leaf maple tree
I laid me down to die
Another heartbeat thumped inside of me
I’ve no idea why
To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
2 Comments:
Lay a quilt under this tree. Look up through and past the leaves. There is so much we don't yet see and we cannot remove the extra heartbeat....ever wanted was...
rayner shine,chicago
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