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every night
a songbird
with no
voice
flowers
that never
bloom
music
with no
melody
the final
page torn
from a
mystery
novel
a question
that is
never
answered...
is a love
that sleeps
alone
Published 6th Aug 2019
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6th Aug 2019 1:04pm
6th Aug 2019 4:21pm
Some nights can certainly feel that way, can't they? But the answer is simple: Life isn't finished with you yet. A mute songbird is still just as beautiful. . .buds retain their fragrance, a missing novel page enables us to write the ending, and . . . well, you already have the answer.
I'd be pretty excited about why it's not done with me, yet.
I'd be pretty excited about why it's not done with me, yet.
6th Aug 2019 8:35pm
I neither feel excitement nor concern about love/life being done w/ me. For me this is simply an observation about another aspect of the human experience..
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buddhakitty.
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buddhakitty.
