Hold On - Keep Coming
Through red curtains
I want strong walls
In the night
I hit hammer
In morning
I screw
In the night I hear
I pivot for you
This is fine, it is nice.
In world I set my fortress
If time is cold and winter ice,
This place I make,
Make comfort.
Feel home.
Read paper.
Hell is hold
As old to oil
In breath I calm
In work I play
To fly by day
To speak night
With stone in hand
Not bold.
Copyright © Charles Rutherford | Year Posted 2013
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