1- Then a voice, almost disappearing in the dark, whispers in your ear:“Darling, fall will inevitably wane; you will blossom where you whithered. 2- And when that voice visited me, after nailing my doors shut, I hum in silence: “Ive found shelter for my orphaned sorrow.” 3- I later asked, “but how do I blossom with the wail in my heart?” He responded, “don’t you see? The flowers are swaying under the heels of your feet. Start there.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.