Poetry,  Poetry, Prose & Quotes


Wisdom’s curse is the vision to see things first

forced patience

like waiting to give birth

there will be work

there will be joy

there is love

perfected above

connecting us

with a trust that we must discuss

everyday it’s like we’re in a play

blindfolded with one line


disciplined to remember

words said in December

that resonate into eternity

chasing you and me

like hey guys, you got it right

but we took flight

only to meet in the sky

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