Saturday, October 27, 2018

This rain does not cleanse me

This rain does not cleanse me
Wanting pure nests of snow
Aging with my regrets
Seeking past tense of go

Craving the curvatures
Land, the sky, a Life's path
We thread but one needle
In this infinite math
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