in the garden where
the wildflowers grow
I heard a wolf howling, deep into the night
sadness all his own; it made me think of you.
so close but living distant lives,
what force still binds us together?
I plunge into the eye of the storm
soul restless, searching for harbor
please, just persevere.
I blow into the dandelion puff
they dance into the air,
so weightless and free
in this darkness, things
that truly matter - shine.
just watch, with
curious eyes,
everything falls in its place.
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It's been a hard week. I feel so lost and caught, not seeing a way out.
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