becoming tabitha
Thursday, April 01, 2010
morning glories
the seeds settled
haphazardly
on the dark, brown earth
pieces of gold
rich, with hope
that life would
tangle itself
into beautiful bouquets
open,
every morning
and close,
every evening
quiet reminders
of how everything
that ends
must first,
begin
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sheer poetry
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