Tag: mistakes
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Hope Song
Through the course of preoccupation with understanding I keep shadowed under the canopy of a forest built with efforts of every shape: goldened oaks, and old worries, fired maples and malcontent, bronzed birches and weeping brokenness, flamed crab-apples and crooked-perfection; the leaves are snapping free of the twig, while mistakes release to the noisy wind.…
