Irresistible combustions explode my spirit
walking a path of borrowed time
the fruits of my hearts desire.
To share such perfection without detection
seems so imperfect.
The shadows seem longer
Yet the light of spirit
burns stronger than ever
Each day I share other’s
sorrows and joys.
For they are mine too.
But in the end
we must reach the bend
where the river flows into the sea
and the shadows disappear forever.
A simple poem by artist R. J. Burgess
(This was written quite some time ago)
Copyright Burgess 2013 (c) All rights reserved.
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