Endeavor

Burnt in light & lost in shade…
On the cusp, where all does fade. 

Open heart & curious mind…
Wishing for a home to find.

Out of sorts with compass smashed…
Wind & rain & squall have lashed.

Delving dusk to fathom dawn…
Helpless as an offside pawn.

Whether with or without flock…
Even gods obey the clock.

Many buds do open late…
August’s bloom’s still welcome fate!

Stalks may be oft cut to earth…
Still, spared roots assert rebirth.

I’ll keep seeking til I’m dead…
Maybe hearth is just ahead.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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