Is it my being who weighs the most?
Is it my wandering, my wondering or both?
Is it my search, my constant, restless stand?
Or is it their smile, their way, their gentle hand?
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(It must be all.)
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For what awaits in future times?
To save for good, for food, for health?
To leave a legacy, a book, a name?
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For in my dreams I see it’s true
The best to come will be with you.
About the Creator
Laura Rodben
Stray polyglot globetrotter and word-weaver. Languages have been "doors of perception" that approach the world and dilute/delete borders. Philosophy, literature, art and meditation: my pillars.
https://laurarodben.substack.com/
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