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"Where did you go ? " he asked "In your album", she replied. " you're the collector , aren't you? " you collect everything: Sunsets, clouds, melting snow Falling stars, shadows, fireflies in jars butterflies in nets feelings, hurts, regrets loves lovers ........ You throw a hook and cut a slice out of them, for keepsake and render them useless, like clipped nails.... and then you preserve them mummified and exalted like they were never when alive each sentiment, pickled in the brine of your words each encounter , framed and hung in the museum of "could haves" But I, I am the soil. I can never collect! I only renew. I drizzle rain of tears and draw minerals out of my darkest depths I soak in everything that the cosmos strews at me I shed the leaves of expectations at each fall and let my pain rot to fertilize my womb I nurture and protect hope, so that it grows, blossoms, gives fruit. I many not have anything to show for what I've been through, like you.... but the birds come back to sing in me. " Arshia 21.4.16
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
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"Where did you go ? " he asked "In your album", she replied. " you're the collector , aren't you? " you collect everything: Sunsets, clouds, melting snow Falling stars, shadows, fireflies in jars butterflies in nets feelings, hurts, regrets loves lovers ........ You throw a hook and cut a slice out of them, for keepsake and render them useless, like clipped nails.... and then you preserve them mummified and exalted like they were never when alive each sentiment, pickled in the brine of your words each encounter , framed and hung in the museum of "could haves" But I, I am the soil. I can never collect! I only renew. I drizzle rain of tears and draw minerals out of my darkest depths I soak in everything that the cosmos strews at me I shed the leaves of expectations at each fall and let my pain rot to fertilize my womb I nurture and protect hope, so that it grows, blossoms, gives fruit. I many not have anything to show for what I've been through, like you.... but the birds come back to sing in me. " Arshia 21.4.16
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
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