Life Grows Roots
…the numbers love
equality
and don’t discriminate
to be with
or without.
Future is in fleeting existence-
cherish your sight as much as your photographs
and hold the mirror in your heart.
Clutching the hand of the sun,
passing over and over similarly to it’s dawn before,
The moon remains for it’s next rise.
Grow with it
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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