Limbo Why do we love nature in its undecided state?The white-pink blossoms with eyes half-closed; shrivelled and blooming all at once.The sun drawing breath and bellowing over the land while the wind rises; its rays reachinga vertebra of clouds in a striped sky. Can we live this, too? Uncertain. In limbo.Free to be unknowing.Would not a rose smell sweeter if it had no name at all? Whole We spend our days filling our lives,our lives filling our days,forgetting that every […]
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