Friday


I can’t seem to find my smile
Lost between years
Of silence
  Between the harps that play
With the butterfly wings

I can’t seem to find my mind
With the weather
Changing, 
like the waves
              Of the ocean
BREATHING

I can’t seem to find
East from North and
South from West

I know the heart inside
Is warm

But I need a fire
For my soul

Has been frozen

For centuries

Like flowers that can’t grow

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