Flawed

Oh, how I miss the sun; rays used to bring out the freckles.  Now blended in time to become sage plots; hard earned lessons patching a quilt of my life.  Bits and pieces barely held together; stitched into chaos across jowls hanging by a thread… or two.  Those that reach across and down and out; deepening at the same pace as wisdom.  Yet so few are aware of the brilliance of enlightenment.

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8 thoughts on “Flawed

  1. brilliant writing Shards. “stitched into chaos across jowls hanging by a thread… or two. ” Really love this.

  2. Whoa!!!!!!! Where did you bring this out from. I bow in respect. Yes, few can read the depth of your face!

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