Windstrewn Self

These effervescent throes

That toss me to and fro

Sea-waves to the unknown

From origins condoned

I, with my fate, betrothed

Content, and yet I stow

Rebellion, and loe

For windstrewn self, in tow

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A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

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