Haiku for the elements
They all feel a bit like home
To flow with chaos
Allow snow to fall with grace
Embrace the drowned sound
Act with haste not fear
There is no stronger frontier
You will find death here
Steady and ready
Waiting silently healing
Shelter seeds of life
Foolish is the one
The one who is free to dance
Sway with the current
About the Creator
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I am my own tragedy
I am my very own tragedy. I love so much and so deeply. My love reaches out and embraces those around me with the warmth of the sun and the gentleness of the moon. Worry has always been my blind spot though. See, my love embraces those I'm close to, but never myself. It's almost like my love isn't reaching, it's escaping because it has no home.
By Mica Harrington Gore2 years ago in Poets
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