Mantra for the hurt

Bee Koroknai
Jun 16, 2021

Like water on pebbles,

And the wind in the trees,

Rush, rush, rush,

I would to you.

Like ebb and tide

You come and go

But never stay;

Now I know.

So I choose, what I always had,

Albeit forgotten and sad:

Myself. To build anew:

Bigger, better, stronger,

Wiser and braver,

Than the world ever knew.



Bee Koroknai

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