my heart
musings and confusings
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
we hide
we hide who we are,
our feathery soft
vulnerabilities,
behind branches
and brambles,
lost to the sweet
and the sorrows.
experiential filters
do not discern,
so all is left,
unopened.
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