there's time for everything
to reap; to sow
to work yer ass off; take some time off
to see from afar
tat small castle you've erected
and maybe
there's also time to not trying
to not look good
to not carefully pick the right words
to not sweep em of their feet
even when they might
just maybe
things wud take care of themselves
mending wots broken
growing like wild shrubs
then perhaps
we wud come to each other
freely, carelessly, lazily
weaving our fingers, bodies
and souls.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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