this time of equinox,
the pain in my heart,
so intense,
so right though too
to be leaving you.
to leave behind so much pain,
to bury myself
with the rain.
deep inside the mothers arms,
willing to feel this sorrow,
willing to be alone,
undone.
willing to know I will recurperate,
slowly in this darkest time to come,
and hopefully
some time of blooming waits for me,
so free.
I long to fly away
into the arms of a celtic land,
another life,
another time,
feel the perfection,
ride the tide.
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