forgive me, I just had to try and respond
however inadequate my words may read
aside - your poetic genius)..
those symbolic Bilberries of yearned-for, modest perfection
do indeed stain our legacies
churn our guts, till our eyes: glare Green
and somewhere in that mirage of our shadow's shed
we awaken, a small sprouting of hope
accustomed to aiming low, for being planted
in a world with diminishing light: to begin with...-L. B. Mek
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