Black And White Old Printables

40

poem

sometimes

future

guess we know instantly

approach where the road stops

we are forced to choose one or the other,

appeal to animal instinct, or simply a daisy

leafless

reason, at times, as the wind

pierces the heart with the vehemence of the waves or turn

uncontrollable fire burning us

end

intuition, however, silent walks

hand of fate,

is like water supply in balance

to navigate smoothly

the fragile paper boats

crystals to treasure everything we are,

before

burn.

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