Submitting~
to the passion of the breakers.
The dogwood blossoms rush forward }}}
just
out of reach |
| of the undertow of hungry shadows
just
out of reach |
| of the receding house of contempt.
///// Driven forward
over riding the pristine white fence of fear
the blossoms elude the yellow sign of hell with a wave~
Fully o u t s t r e t c h e d
blossoms fling themselves
upon
the shore
of my
heart.
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