On the way to the watery slope
With snow that fell throughout time
The despair in my heart was burdened by hope
The dead muscle began to shine
The energy, the pain, that swallowed
The withering willows of dreams
That restored, enervated the hallowed
And healed my torn and my ragged seams
It happened quietly, without notice
Not even by the one become whole
Save for the serenity of the lotus
Floating on the pond of the soul
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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