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My Treasures
Pieces of falling snow
In the street light -
No…
Tears tonight,
Even though
This beauty -
It does flow
Through me,
Lofted gracefully/
Infused with grace -
So alone, though, never lonely
As beauty shines like a halo upon my face,
And then I know
I have never been alone,
And ever as I go
I go with such sights, that I have been shown:
My treasures.
Published 15th Feb 2022
Author's Note
Perhaps I am a creature of the shadows.
Perhaps I weep in unconventional ways.?.
A lot of times... I feel like I weep through ink.
And... Weeping is truly a process.
But I was just walking this evening,
following some nocturnal activities...
And... I was watching the snow fall
within the halo of the street light...
It was beautiful man...
I felt the urge to weep.
Just talking about it kind of makes me want to weep.
Somehow I am still alive,
after everything...
And I have seen some beautiful things,
and that is all I ever wanted.
Perhaps I weep in unconventional ways.?.
A lot of times... I feel like I weep through ink.
And... Weeping is truly a process.
But I was just walking this evening,
following some nocturnal activities...
And... I was watching the snow fall
within the halo of the street light...
It was beautiful man...
I felt the urge to weep.
Just talking about it kind of makes me want to weep.
Somehow I am still alive,
after everything...
And I have seen some beautiful things,
and that is all I ever wanted.
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16th Feb 2022 3:51am
Sometimes when we are alone that feeling arrives.
The one that states you have arrived. After all of the muck life throws at you.
You are still here and able to feel things you thought were snuffed out.
Like snow falling reminding you how simple and beautiful life can be. Even in the dark.
Love this poem and the comment Cipher. Don't take this the wrong way
but I'm kinda glad you found that place of spiritual release amigo.
To me it is empowering and so well written in this poem:)
The one that states you have arrived. After all of the muck life throws at you.
You are still here and able to feel things you thought were snuffed out.
Like snow falling reminding you how simple and beautiful life can be. Even in the dark.
Love this poem and the comment Cipher. Don't take this the wrong way
but I'm kinda glad you found that place of spiritual release amigo.
To me it is empowering and so well written in this poem:)
16th Feb 2022 6:19am
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