Friday, October 18, 2013


in the worldly moments when

I forget my immortality

the only healing for my ignorant

bitterness and regret

is to not think of the One

(thought of whom makes my blood boil)

and forget myself under the october leaves

the motley leaves soothing in the low leaning sun...

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