And fly a kite on your wounds

...Love...

 will come to you, 

I am sure of that

and fly a kite on your wounds 

to which you will curl the final tear

around your finger.

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Open your arms 

and hold your love

as if it were the last branch

reaching out from the side

 of a giant mountain 

and you've been falling 

your whole life.

It will come to you

in the same way it left you,

unexpected

with your shivering heart 

throwing itself to the lightning 

blind 

thunderous 

and mad."

An extract from Anthony's Anaxagorou poem "It will come to you".

You can listen to Anthony reading this poem here:

A poem that takes my breath away

and gives me something lighter back