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Worn Rocks, Flowing Water
Why do we forget that free flowing tears
wash away the pebbles that block
the lightness waiting to buoy the inner self?
A child knows to cry, without being taught,
then smiles as the drops dry on her skin,
already present in her new moment.
How many other lessons have I forgotten?
Cry, before the pebbles become rocks,
that take longer to erode and heavier to carry.
wash away the pebbles that block
the lightness waiting to buoy the inner self?
A child knows to cry, without being taught,
then smiles as the drops dry on her skin,
already present in her new moment.
How many other lessons have I forgotten?
Cry, before the pebbles become rocks,
that take longer to erode and heavier to carry.
Published 2nd May 2014
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5th May 2014 7:29am
You mean the pebble? I suppose there is, but bigger, so there is the poem.
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