HEALING WOUNDS

this road

that road

 

it’s the forgot

of what there was

to forget

 

a place

a room,

shallow, deep,

a pillow of dreams

 

the opening of

seasons

living in the

river of today,

reflecting away

the ordinary

 

fighting against

“instead”

without slipping

into madness

where broken wings

turn to rags,

but saved by angels

walking by,

healing the

wounds


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