I began listening to the Seven Days Walking music again by Ludovico Einaudi and as always it inspired some writing and this is the results; a poem about the beauty of things that don't last.
This is a poem that I just wrote comparing the lives of people to those of flowers.
This is a poem I wrote about finding the silver lining in things. Typically, bloodshed is the result of injury or pain, but there are many positive reasons why it sheds as well.
This is a more ambiguous poem about the nature of promise.