On The Edge Of Joy
This art of behavior.
Poetry into the ground. Qin Fei
When we barely know
we're going down
the clouds are beautiful
the sweet curves
of our deliverance
a few degrees of angels
if she stopped
praying her beauty
would start the engines
we weigh nothing
except our hearts
we yearn to be birds
like birds yearn to be
butterflies clearly
it is impossible
we are going home
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree with Susan. It is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAgree, and the photo is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeletewow, yes, great beauty
ReplyDeletewry but not cynical
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