Sky does not open clear wind through holes
just        

            floating

Appear, blurring fairs care not where, they find themselves there

Welcome to my lair

Does not stare but see, we
fleece of gold red glow clouds race
frozen in place, looking
letting go, a myth
the attachment, is broken
nothing grows
weak
unattached there is nothing
to be strong
here

Clear darkness, is light
seer tear falling rains

To the ground,  grow again
Rise

The joyful pain
freedom, day

All eyes say

 

 

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Published by Tom Lopes