Thursday, April 23, 2015

At One with My World

Pierced with the silver needle,
That blinded my father’s eye,
My own eyesight recovered;
The World did not die…
Sailboats shadowed by mountains,
Are powered by the same breeze,
Chilling the restless autumn air,
As the evenings condemn the leaves…
Daylight falls behind the mountains,
The sailboats make it to shore,
Behind me, the sun rises,
A new day again, once more...
Still yet!

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