-------Perfect Rhythm-------
What
is death to one
who
seeks no more
and
is content?
What
is
the
world to
a
child?
In
fear
I
have lived
as
if there were an end,
As
if
the
only direction
was
away.
But
today,
the
sky darkened
and
the rains returned,
And
I woke
into
a
dream,
Spinning,
In
perfect rhythm
with
everything
else.
-------
No comments:
Post a Comment