Like a little hermit crab
In a little hermit shell
I carry my world
On my shoulders
And as the ocean crashes in
I retreat into my little hermit home
And find peace
In my little hermit head
S.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
May
May the homeward-bound
rest their feet,
and their souls
find peace.
May the ink that writes
never dry unwritten,
and if the pages are found
their secrets are unhidden.
May your heart keep beating
even as you die,
and remind you
that you once were alive.
S.
rest their feet,
and their souls
find peace.
May the ink that writes
never dry unwritten,
and if the pages are found
their secrets are unhidden.
May your heart keep beating
even as you die,
and remind you
that you once were alive.
S.
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