shesshy

against all the odds, i still hope & write.

seasons

Whilst an eye upon the elation

the wonders and spills of how and when

the certainty without conviction

space set with hope and axiom

the museum without wonders, but wanders of gaiety

the shelf of answered questions, not a waver.

like a statue, it is still, still a dream.

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