entropicon: The Fountains Smoke

~ Birch Wind

entropicon:

The fountains smoke and yet no flames they show;
Stars shine all night, though undiscerned by day;
And trees do spring, yet are not seen to grow;
And shadows move, although they seem to stay.
In Winter’s woe is buried Summer’s bliss,
And Love loves most where Love most secret is.

The stillest…

entropicon: The Fountains Smoke

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Published by Birch Wind

Mom of five kids aged 16-36. Journeying though life, and looking for the way home. Trying to remember that the map is hidden in all I see, even in the face of the grief that has settled upon me since my daughter passed away in 2016. Currently picking through scattered pieces.

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