The calm blue charms...
the great Grey vessels.... the soothing clovers...
the diminutive alpines...
the flutter of soft canvas over the rims...
the wings of a shadow waving on the windowpanes...
it is sometimes not about controlling emotions...
it is the uncontrollable emotions, or the unwillingness to control, which makes it uncontrollable..?
it is natural, like hay in under the sun...
it dries... dampen by moisture, it rots... inedible by farm animals...
it is material, materials are temporary...
flesh is too, and so are emotions...
great forward leaps...
no matter how high you go, there is always the horizon to guide you...
so no matter what it is...
you always know where it lies...
tender and sweet, changeable brutal and harsh...
the path is always there waiting...
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