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Eternity

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He read the lips of leaves,
sang replies with croaking toads
and cricket song. His laughter

tickled the trees’ ribs
but lacy shadows laced his life.
Breath curled inside a fallen nest.

Spring pressed a bud in his palm
wove her arms around his heart
carried him inside her veins.

We pinned our sights beyond
our view, leaned into his ripe
and distant world.

— t. l. cummings
Image of Conor Cummings

6 Comments Post a comment
  1. A touching post. One must wonder would it be better to not have experience the pain to know the joy.? Joy fills the heart long after the pain is gone.

    Liked by 1 person

    October 28, 2017
  2. Beautiful, poignant poem… 💕

    Liked by 1 person

    October 29, 2017
  3. Thank you, Betty.

    Like

    October 29, 2017

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