Thursday, May 26, 2016

You are a river
waiting to be born
out of the tears
that could unburden
the dying earth.
Let it bleed
through the crevices,
when there is still time.
The lost kites will not return,
to the sky.
They are done for the day.
Not all pain flow outward,
some travel inwards.
Don't depend on the rain,
they must have lost their way home.

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