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Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
I swallow sadness
I eat it
I study it
I feel it fully, in every corner of my bones
I soak in emotions;
I seeps into my soul
I am a sponge
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
I want you.

Like the dessert wants the sun;

Like the ocean craves the rain.

You’ve swam here more than once.

Though nowhere near my soul,

You swim.

Yet mystery grows and grows

Like algae in a river.

The surface so easily understood;

But the depth is black and dark and rarely seen.

“Let it swallow you”
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
The painters live by the seasons,
measuring tints and hues
In every birth and every death in every leaf
And the poets live by the weather
Soaking their words in sorrow or temporary bliss
At the slightest shift in
Nature

— The End —