In the midst of gazing is the catalyst of Why

The turbulence of harvest often comes from what you sow,

but many a person would rather avoid by reciting what they have learned to plough.

When does the pathway of life become the freedom to exploit,

for the want of a resolution and a proposal for a resolve, a hoist or a toit?

The feet that keep the earth below their nails,

The hearts that practice release preferred to throwing others away,

These are the foundation, the sweetness of the grass and stain.

They are the vertical on a flattened world the buoyancy against those that have no permission to drown,

no reason to swim

and no virtue to shine.


About ellahray

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