Saturday, 28 September 2019

Find Me

Love, find me in the morning.

Find me in the morning,
Before the day has done its work on me . Before the sun is too bright for my shuttered eyes. While I'm unscathed, avid, spirited, in line with the stars . Find me raw, unfettered, warm, a petal, silver-soft . While I won't be breaking and burning and ending . And I hope you know that everytime I don't, I almost do . Find me enchanted and find me singing . I won't be out of line . Find me wondering about how streets look after it just rained . Find me marvelling about how time can heal almost everything . Find me naive . I'll be light . I'll be life . Find me coming home to myself . Find me open- souled , travelled , densed with hope . Find me .

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