Blooming

Posted on by anna christ

April is the cruelest month

Endearing moments, expecting rewards, investing in dreams forgetting the facts

Wild violets on rocks in ecstasy attending

Hearts of snakes

Stabat Matter mourning lost loved ones over a lonely winter

into a resurrection never imagined of aloneness in glory

Oh love how long do you really need?

Dog Star is rising by sunset tonight..

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...