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[withoutaday]

will the sun rise set
me free to release

O my soul
Into
the calm and cool

of daybreak

we must surrender to
What we cannot see

My heart wants what
my voice cannot sing

will the sun rise set
me free to end the

Waiting

Will love begin with my opening?

I have contained enough

These are but words

Blossom young child for now is your time

Comments

[anonymous]

last line zen.