Tell me one more time
The story I should already know,
the tale of pain and woe that searches
for an ending, a place to stop and rest.
The bells chime, the funeral procession begins
We cling to what is gone and only know grief
The bird escapes his prison and there is a
Moment of bliss we choose to follow..
And it is enough...
2 comments:
Hopefully there will be lots of moments of bliss before that procession begins....
ah, beautiful poem and a perfect photo. yes, learning to escape into moments of bliss :)
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