losing all my leaves
I did not yet know I would
lose my roots too
*
chipped, this cup,
the wine in it
tastes no worse
*
chanting to the sky
long after the prayer ends
these hands still raised
October 23, 2012 by Rosemerry
losing all my leaves
I did not yet know I would
lose my roots too
*
chipped, this cup,
the wine in it
tastes no worse
*
chanting to the sky
long after the prayer ends
these hands still raised
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love the second one
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thanks, Alan … feeling a little chipped these days 🙂
hugs to you … hope that things are all coming swimmingly together for Nov. 2
Oh yeah, that wine glass, here’s to you!
losing your leaves also means you also lose your roots? ay caramba whatta tortuous season autumn must be… (or is the loss of roots, forthcoming at a later date?)
also love the lingering of hands raised in the air, after the (vocalized?) praying hath ended
maybe switch positions of “chipped” and “this cup”?