Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Guardian’s Valentine

The self and its self-created situations
So lost it doesn’t even know it’s lost
Can nonetheless come across itself
Following bread crumbs and little
Sips of a strange stirring in the air
Spreading its intelligence everywhere
Seeing its lostness everywhere
If every summer we reach
A little further into the stars
Every winter we must dig
A little deeper into the earth
See what happens when you give
Nature a mind humanity ensues
And slowly everything depends
On what each one will chose

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