Insatiate
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 6, 2021
everything round again
arms intertwining;
when first born
now there's crazy animal
laughter,
dancing,
Christmas rain,
cloud kisses in sunlight,
poetry of heaven approaching
—the insatiate hope
fire disdains
life assigns darkness to
living to break the dayblind,
the memories in slumber
where everything flowers,
angels weep
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