A Poem by Reinrose

Now, settle
Close the doors 
But He
The Mores
Three score and ten
Felt the prayer
Crossing salt and fresh
To open, touch
To heal
To me

© 2020 Reinrose

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You have this unique ability to end something finitely, and still make it feel like it was only a small part of what was truly said.
Like an overheard conversation from a passing couple, and you can't help but roll the words around for the rest of the day. Knowing there's so much more than you were able to glean from the little you were privileged enough to hear.
It's divine, and maddening, and personally speaking, forces me to read it over and over again.
Amazing and beautiful.

Posted 2 Days Ago


2 Days Ago

Thank you. I had no idea. Sometimes less is more
Vagrant Mongrel

2 Days Ago

I agree
Though I don't necessarily practice
I do admire that ability, though.. read more

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