The Picture of One
A poem of a journey
I never missed the things undone
Just all the things truly done
Chasing memories that are on the run
Pushed away by my own harsh cultivation
Getting further each day, with each rise and fall of the sun
While we're living together; our single lives for one
Our memories were never on the run
It was our own harsh cultivation
Asking us to leave past destination
In the preservation of one
Until we have the time, and no where to run
To truly meet what truly has been done and left undone
To witness cultivation
With no need of preservation
Until all the things done, and undone, are none
What's left, is the picture of one
*Inspired by May Sarton and another
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