Monday, September 5, 2022

Do not cry

 Do not cry for me as my petals fade

And I grow very tired 

I try not to cry for 

The mistakes I have made

And what has already transpired 

The hands of the clock 

Only travel one way 

As I remind myself 

They do so whether or not 

We  are looking 

And do so with 

Great stealth 



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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.