Autumns day came clouded over with a deepening grey. I listened to the woods to see what theyd have to say. The wind blew gently through the colorful leaves above. It sang a song of past and present love. Life moves through the joy and sometimes sad. No experience is ultimately, forever bad. I loved someone once, but now no longer do. Yet, love remains always right there, too. Its a quandary, a paradox, it seems... The object is gone and no one redeems The many hours wasted, foolishly spent. Bleeding heart left abused, bloody, and rent. How is it that anyone could be so completely wrong. Did it make way for a real love in which to sing my song? Life goes on, and the woods will be there tomorrow. There Ill connect with joy and make sense of sorrow. Here and now, in this place, I turn the soil of my heart. Making fresh the ground for beautiful, new planting to start.. MB Stephens
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 15:17:33 +0000
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