Sprinting like spring wind
heart pulsing like a root fire;
to the dieing sea!
Voices desperate to live
blind to their minds sin
conquer a fear of fear.
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2 comments:
A lovely short poem - I fear so many things - sometimes the sea, sometimes sleep, sometimes other people.
Have a lovely Easter
Amber
So much meaning in this short piece:
"Voices desperate to live..."
"conquer a fear of fear."
I can relate for sure.
Be well, Sarah-Paige.
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