Saturday, April 7, 2012


24 to me is creeping slowly towards 30.
24 is grown up and mature, decisive and sturdy.
I am not any of those, except maybe sturdy.
Sturdy I am . rooted, tree like. I shake in the wind and my leaves fall and liter the earth, but spring comes and I bloom. Bloom from the love around me , bloom and grow, bloom and grow.
Sweet, sorrow no more. For things are settled and lovely and the earth smells brand new.
24 it suits you.(me) 

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