sailing the seven seas
trapped in a valley
burning untethered
frail as a feather
oh, if the stars
abandon me
if the ground
caves too far
i'll have faith
in myself
because i'm not
broken yet
if the sun rises
on my funeral
if the wind chases
with closed eyes
i'll keep some faith
to myself
and water the flowers
with what's left
oh, to the ponds
and sleeping stones
to the fires, and
those floating alone
have faith in
your compass
for you'll need
it to keep you strong.
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
