- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
And So We Shall
unfazed by passing clouds or thorns that drape all wild roses
– the heart is a rose with its fair share of thorns –
but from the roses as well as the heart we shall take the warmth
from the weave, the blood that threads us binding us to our living
(Where do they go – the curtaining trees that surround us on our solitary walk?
When we walk next to one another, they leave us).