Thriving thrush and widened poppies
Blinding green; a blanket, sprawling
The snow recedes, nature ignites
Wrapped in heat, and warmth, the light
Just like the renewal of my unfolding time
Stepping out from the shadow of my mine
Twas dug deep into the hillside of youth
Slowly we’re pushed out, hatched, spooked
It’s time for growth, and strength, and spirit
Walking towards the stones to clear them
Pushing, heaving, life goes on
A rumble of waves and thunder and drums
My feet will meet the ancient rough
Emotion of awe and surrealism erupt
Highlands and high towns , all that I’ve wanted
cobblestone streets I have always trusted
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
Thriving thrush and widened poppies
Blinding green; a blanket, sprawling
The snow recedes, nature ignites
Wrapped in heat, and warmth, the light
Just like the renewal of my unfolding time
Stepping out from the shadow of my mine
Twas dug deep into the hillside of youth
Slowly we’re pushed out, hatched, spooked
It’s time for growth, and strength, and spirit
Walking towards the stones to clear them
Pushing, heaving, life goes on
A rumble of waves and thunder and drums
My feet will meet the ancient rough
Emotion of awe and surrealism erupt
Highlands and high towns , all that I’ve wanted
cobblestone streets I have always trusted
A fragment I can't quite seem to finish - but it is insight to what I aspire.
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