Whenever I write, I have made it.
Who are you that lasts from the past?
Remember me as I have forgotten you.
I have prepared.
forgetting slides into remembering,and preparation matters not...raindrops on leaves, bending branches low...sweet smell of green,of ground wet from sky-tears.tiny sparrow with broken wing,under the porch...listening.and God sees all.His plan is mystery....our trust must be.
s., where are you?how are you?you are missed.....have you ever read about "harwood lookup glasses"?
how long can a human go with out touch\/
please leave words for me something, anything.
forgetting slides into remembering,
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raindrops on leaves,
bending branches low...
sweet smell of green,
of ground wet from sky-tears.
tiny sparrow with broken wing,
under the porch...listening.
and God sees all.
His plan is mystery....
our trust must be.
s., where are you?
ReplyDeletehow are you?
you are missed.....
have you ever read about "harwood lookup glasses"?
how long can a human go with out touch\/
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