Some of these hours bring a lonesome sense of no one else around but a voice, speaking whispers inside the heart
for #mastoprompt
Some of these hours bring a lonesome sense of no one else around but a voice, speaking whispers inside the heart
for #mastoprompt
Knotted branches bind us closer - the ties of trees with story threads like veins in a leaf, changing
I sing to the ghosts of her - the silent moments of her, for this Maple remains rooted in time and place, fading
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jawin' and cursin' - the weight of the world strains the back of every one of these beasts of burden
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on and on and on and on and on and on
the flock flew
a bird's life is a wonder of pure phenomenon
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bending but never breaking
the lithe stem of grass
a swerve of a punctuation mark
dances in the wind
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Like a dream, the serpentine illusion of night wakes you up - all logic lost - awash in confusion
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Trees, and broken leaves; kindred spirits inside a gentle heart, changing
for #mastoprompt and Algot
With love and grace, I patiently trace your body lines
finding your intricate designs of beauty with a pen inked from above
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A world writ small in miniature but shaken in snow
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Nothing is ever crystal clear — we live our days beneath layers of veneer
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