Lines To Copy

 

A common destiny, burden and shame.

I have been unable to make my visit at the best of times.

Weird shadows in an unfamiliar garden took my attention.

I drank when I could have served, spoke when I should have listened. 

The day of days has been and gone.

Now I whisper, slower; as silence in a hightening gale.

As an unattended statue to those who rage fiercer.

As beautiful as it ever was, the familiar garden where I make my home.

I await a visit, desperate to be the perfect host.

A common destiny, I'm thankful, is not yet set in stone.

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elPintor

Tue 9th Apr 2019 08:49

..can't help but turn that final line, over and over in my mind--feels like hope without expectation.

Rachel

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