May 2019
Holy moment
set in stone,
Orange blossom resting at his heel,
Sitting at our dried up river and
Stirring the heart backward,
will be the closest thing to visiting your grave.
Set in stone
this holy moment,
Wet butterflies harm the scene
of litter and lives lived.
Holding back
all
and
leaving nothing but leaves.
set in stone,
Orange blossom resting at his heel,
Sitting at our dried up river and
Stirring the heart backward,
will be the closest thing to visiting your grave.
Set in stone
this holy moment,
Wet butterflies harm the scene
of litter and lives lived.
Holding back
all
and
leaving nothing but leaves.
My brother died in the fall two years ago, this is kind of an Ode to our childhood play area. FEEL FREE TO WORKSHOP IN THE COMMENTS!!
(25/Other/MN)
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