Lesson 9
The time will comewhen the crevasses that hide
in your heart
will be filled with wind
making sweet music,
and you’ll be glad those gaps exist.
You will be able to sit
on the cliffside of your being,
lie down on the grass of memories
and sing along to the music,
maybe make new tunes.
Forgetting sorrow was ever a part of living.
Until then,
hold fast to your heart.
Feast on existence.
It is the only meal
that is truly your right.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-30 at 05:26
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