Parading

The stars do not blow away as we do.

But not as my hair falls before you.
The heavenly things ignite and freeze.
The heavenly things ignite and freeze.
But not as my hair falls before you.
But not as my hair falls before you.
Fragile and momentary, we continue. —Linda Gregg
Fragile and momentary, we continue.
—Linda Gregg

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