lay down your soft head
let it rest
there is a city inside
it is bright and alive
and people get tired
let it slow
it needs less
to continue to grow
a patient keeper
one of a kind
cathedrals need building
and greatness takes time
_
A poem: the highest
form of communication, an expression of a feeling or deep desire, the birthing
of a new part of your heart.
_
mads xx
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