It is a strange thing:
The world.
It blurs the line
From cold blood to warm.
Where do we go next?
The planet?
The beach?
The future?
The wild?
Back from the brink?
I have no reply except that
People are moving
Deep into our minds and hearts.
People of heaven learn to fly
From birth to burial.
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hey sweetheart. i really, really love this poem. makes me think of all the people i met doing d.v. work and all the people i meet now doing hospice work. hmmm. gets me all teary.
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