Come closer to the feeling lift to carry me
Arms around a moment almost I can see,
Nasha the winds up nurtures us to sway,
Soft the clouds whisper our friend a gray,
Blessed be Yissa for the day bearing wait,
Something heavy real strains against fate
On the backs, a memory, just barely thin,
Give it a second to catch a hunger within
Slides under you your knees a little weak
The strength inside a river flows a creek--
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
Come closer to the feeling lift to carry me
Arms around a moment almost I can see,
Nasha the winds up nurtures us to sway,
Soft the clouds whisper our friend a gray,
Blessed be Yissa for the day bearing wait,
Something heavy real strains against fate
On the backs, a memory, just barely thin,
Give it a second to catch a hunger within
Slides under you your knees a little weak
The strength inside a river flows a creek--
Sometimes, it seems, an unseen force carries me on a walk, guides me unaware, careens the words forth with a life all their own, shows me the smallest things that I struggle to explain ... so I just accept, receive, and bear the weight of it, but always, I sense, there is a sadness in the some of us, deep in the well of us that pulls at every smile, catches every laugh, and darkens the glow of hope, and when it strains the daylight's dawn and takes a friend to a home away, I realize I have been staring at the back of the back of beauty as she walks away.
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