becoming | a visual poetry

ramuna pun
ramuna pun
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Published 2021-01-22
Music :
"The wisp sings" - Winter Aid
   • Winter Aid - The Wisp Sings  

The wind knew its direction,
The river knew its flow
I so envied their way of knowing.
In doing that,
I forgot the rhythm of my own becoming

The life I so gently cradled
Looks back at me poignantly.
It wants so much from me.
And I have too little to give.
Too little to say.

Bitterness and sweetness
I took a spoonful of each
And I mixed them with my hurt
I gulped it down with a smile
And I went on about my day.
For the wind carries me with it
And the river runs deeper within me.
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