in hurt
there is the chance
of restoration, but
in perfect health there is only
more health
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in hurt
there is the chance
of restoration, but
in perfect health there is only
more health
god that's goodQuote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
more health
to trim worry's
sculpted lines, a beating
heart to fan folded paper wings,
lifting
lifting
with heightened breath,
expecting nothing yet
knowing that beauty awaits in
the mist
the mist
showers our wounds
but stings our openness,
refreshed, yet recoiling, a scab
does grow
does grow
and bear young deer—
one in the field—triplets!
proudly she comes out near sunset—
show-off!
show off
your talents, hon....
be proud of all of your
accomplishments and hold your head
up high
up high
it won't bite you
reach, reach higher, touch it,
there now, see how pleasant it is
to feel
to feel
again, as if
for the very first time
the fuzz of a peach or a love's
first kiss
first kiss
between would-be
lovers -- a moment of
blissful recognition of all
we've missed
we've missed
nothing, their eyes,
still young in worn faces,
lives, faceted like the night sky,
one love
one love
is all i need
to plan a life with you
together we live forever
here now
here now
never again
you can use this moment
to hasten into your future
headlong
headlong
crashing parties
or at least peeking in
while Poppy blows his candles out
wishing
Wishing
doesn't make real
all of the dreams you've dreamed.
Instead of wishing try to fly
higher.
higher
I have been once
thought myself above norm
reality struck, knocked down to
my knees...