our chestnut earth the spinning eye sphere,
and what ruptured like a blister
is the life.
Meercats like poppies surround my garden home. because i left the seed.
can You hold onto the senses- these hills bend lower than the valleys.
sometimes
i let the trees carry me
in Your footsteps in the sand.
everything
even beyond my sight
is Yours.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
our chestnut earth the spinning eye sphere,
and what ruptured like a blister
is the life.
Meercats like poppies surround my garden home. because i left the seed.
can You hold onto the senses- these hills bend lower than the valleys.
sometimes
i let the trees carry me
in Your footsteps in the sand.
everything
even beyond my sight
is Yours.
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