how can I relate the otherside of the universe turns too slowly hiding what I want shadows to ash that I was, or am becoming less real yet still Breathing the rain falls all over me wetting this desire to burn at the heart of the sun.
Light grows less, resting deeper as cold hands reach to hearth and bone.
This is our weather right now. It is suppose to be autumn, but it is instantly cold. Seasons are required and I understand the need to rest, so I bear winter and look for the moments of beauty that sparkle even here.
I love your words though, bringing some warmth and light into this side of the world.
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how can I relate
the otherside of the universe turns too slowly
hiding what I want
shadows to ash
that I was, or am
becoming less real
yet still Breathing
the rain falls all over me
wetting this desire
to burn
at the heart of the sun.
so beautifully u have expressed that !!
We have summer here in India, and it feels so soothing to read about spring :)
Light grows less,
resting deeper
as cold hands reach to hearth and bone.
This is our weather right now. It is suppose to be autumn, but it is instantly cold. Seasons are required and I understand the need to rest, so I bear winter and look for the moments of beauty that sparkle even here.
I love your words though, bringing some warmth and light into this side of the world.
thanks for all the amazing comments :)
I don't know.....It's sort of arousing!
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