Friday



When your brother 
tries to save your soul
He brings hundred 
dollar bills, to wrap 
your heart whole

The stream is a nice place
To place my thoughts
For the day has just begun

When there is no noise
When the birds don’t sing
Who will find the end?

How can we determine love
If there is none in this room?
Don’t get me wrong,

I am no magician, but the
Light that fills my
Soul, when your

Eyes make my heart melt

   Into a galaxy of the UNKNOWN.

FULL to the top, touch the trees
And their leaves

Take time to breathe, for
Nothing is bad
……yet.

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