The old man
Made himself into an old tree
And sat
On an improvised chair
The old woman
Made herself to be
The leafs that shook and fell
And she was stolen by the winds
All the creatures
Of the forest’s floor
Were born
And then had gotten old
The inner eye
Saw what came and what has gone
and let the beauty of the world
Break the inner heart apart.
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351. Let the beauty break the heart
Published December 30, 2023 Intuition Leave a CommentTags: beauty, forest floor, heart, old man, old tree, old woman