Beside the sea I squirmed
feet lapping at surging waves
looking at the clouds above
with clenched fists
wondering when the stars will shine
to twinkle my frozen heart
Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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