dear life
I have not squandered you
you still stand as though transfixed
by what has been done and what will be
dear sky
I have not reached your limit
you still beckon me
limitless endless then and now
dear God
you have not deserted me
my darkest moments still sing You
You permeate my deepest longing
And when I am weeping
I am ripe
1 comment:
dearest schwester,
i must exist as your fan in more than one area. i love your writing. maybe because it so often reiterates my own feelings. anyways.. you must write more. i love it, like i love you.
liebe.
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