How is it that my eyes close and open without me
That I do not die in the in-between
Mayhaps I do when I forget to see
If I can’t see life then it must cease
I must be blind to the air I breathe
A sign that there’s a brighter green
That’s born from gray and aubergine
A cure for the dead: the sun rose just for me
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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December Rose 
Lovely. : )
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Thank you 🙂
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Lovely!
This reminded me of a verse from Sylvia Plath’s Mad Girl’s Love Song,
“I shut my eyes and the world drops dead,
I lift my lids and all is born again,
I think I made you up inside my head.”
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Glad you enjoyed it!I’ll have to listen to that song 🙂
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