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Mar 2020
sometimes the noise gets too loud &
the weight becomes a burden to bear;
your wings get tangled
& tired,
your feelings are worn-out
& you're close to the edge...
-
you can save yourself.
stop still in your track,
look around & you'll find
a sense of being evanescent,
so mysteriously divine.
you'll see that weight isn't a burden,
its a kind of
mass energy urging to escape
in form of creativity,
with the need to re-create
& innovate.  
-
become distant in face of any worry or fear,
stay present,
you're here.
still. <3
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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