ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
Monday, January 16, 2012
Nag Champa In Winter
sometimes I take a walk
it's cold in January
winter is blue with gray skies
I often wonder if I will make it through
I have to think
about the things I will say to you
people are like the weather
it's but, for feelings that change
people are not like the weather
pitiful but, capable for compassion
virginia in January
it's the wind and rain
motivating us to complain
drinking tea on the patio
smoking & incense
to enhance a mood
showing people
allowing myself
to be me
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