there are parts
of our hurt
we hold.
until
we don’t know
how
to let go.
a quiet ache.
we come.
to love.
// hudson biko
Tag: thoughts
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do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine
because
it is so dark
© Hudson Biko
waving
the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
© Hudson Biko
heading home
it’s sunset
and the birds
are flying
across the sky
singing the songs
and living the dreams
© Hudson Biko
dark
amongst stories
of dark worlds.
and fallen angels.
and scars. that never heal.
there are shades
of light. and stars
shining bright.
waiting for you
to come home
© Hudson Biko
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