Even When I Am Gone (I Will Create Beauty)
Flowers will grow upon my grave.
I can be beautiful in death, too, don’t you see?
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Beauty out of Bones
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On the Day You Were Born
The day you were born was a sunrise for humanity (even the day you were conceived);
the eve of something great–indeed not even just the eve, but the beginning.
This day is most blessed by God and most sacred to the heavens.
Indeed, it is sacred and precious to me.
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
…
I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
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Becoming Each Other
Our perspective is our universe.
Wish your love had been honest from the start. I wish the “I love you” dripping off your tongue hadn’t been a lie.
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News from the Realm of Magic
Olion, the Treasurer of Magic has an urgent message from the headquarters of dreams.
He is searching for you, dear friend…I believe it is hopeful news.
You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.
Neverlasting and impermanent…
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