Tank
TankAnother poem from this summer. Our Rome may not fall gently, but it sure is falling. #solarpunk #hopepunk
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For the same reason
The snow falls
The sun will set
The moon will rise
The snow melts
And we will not
May our Rome fall gently
As we remain
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TankA #solarpunk #hopepunk poem from earlier this summer:
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Deep breath
The most important rule is to
Do what you can
With what you have
Even if all you have is another morning
Another breath
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TankI do not dream of labor. I do not dream of work.
I dream of gardens. Dream of life. I dream of
time to spend with those I love. I dream of quiet nights.
I dream a dream so simply quiet, chaotic, small, and loud.
I dream of days of sunshine and of heavy thunderclouds.
I dream of insects, mushrooms, water, soil and air and fire.
I dream the end my working days.
I pray my dreams aren't liars.