way on the hill
lay a vagabond
cradled by the light
the stars cry in the night
steady are the motions
ready to wind wisdom
the air is shaking
the mind's mold awakening
rivers shape his heart
a quiver peels apart
bled of a past sorrow
the sun will bring tomorrow
shed ego blows away
fed flower blooms today
mended wounds soon decay
the hill is gone
but still remains
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
way on the hill
lay a vagabond
cradled by the light
the stars cry in the night
steady are the motions
ready to wind wisdom
the air is shaking
the mind's mold awakening
rivers shape his heart
a quiver peels apart
bled of a past sorrow
the sun will bring tomorrow
shed ego blows away
fed flower blooms today
mended wounds soon decay
the hill is gone
but still remains
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