Poem – “Together Weather” – Modern Romanticism – 1/7/2022

Beautiful sting.
Water in the bucket
meant for the drink,
spilled on the road
with the tears soaked in the accident,
while we are
living in the wilderness.

Open, from afar,
watching connections come apart
from colorful impact
to oceanic embrace.

Some travels are forgotten,
some are fatal,
some do get lost
with fear in the eyes of those
who still steer,
who still hold hope -

for the bitter end,
for the rest
at the crossroads where sorrows are left.

For the rest,
we can cradle,
or we can weep
for another tomorrow - 

as everyone behind follows, again.

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