holding blue up to the sky
the way a tree holds up time for everyone to see
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i ran on the side of the road to a place i can’t get back to
a stranger asked if i was lost
and i wondered how he knew
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peace is always an illusion when the default is chaos
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the red-winged blackbird wears his heart on his sleeve
and i follow his lead
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regret is the stepping stone of forward
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crooked is the path that gets you there
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February 4th, 2016 at 11:00 am
Wow … this image, your words.
February 4th, 2016 at 4:27 pm
Much self-assured wisdom here. Excellent.
February 5th, 2016 at 12:15 pm
First, a lovely image. Followed by such thought provoking bons mots!