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Back then, she'd sort and wonder just what her soul was made of graphite, tears.. or marble soil, bones.. or time Now pulled back on the real world stage she has too many irons in the fire.. she has no time to surface, or to phrase or reconnect her path    with her desires


in the lonely burst of autumn


Colonies.. and poetry a buzz of verse, and sentiment their hum has weight when message, soft gets whispered through.. from clouds she's touched by words, like lightning from a phrase that seals the love some nights.. you are all she's thinking of


She tried to sketch a passage using word.. and trees, in forte to make her view immortal a moment fixed - to hold the colors Rainstill within those lines she recognized a compass spins the seasons knowing age will one day fade her sentiment                  to sepia...


You know to change perspective when there's lacking in dimension your will - in need of healing your soul.. in need of risk on nights we need remembrance some treetalk, stirs the senses to bring us to the feel.. inside the kiss #shinrinyoku

Corner Piece Poem

There was no way of telling that her ache to write.. was raging a roar of pulse, inside her wrist like rain flows up from root her search to rouse expression enshrined, beneath the flesh what words does she own         that have not                     already been said? #fromoneline Today's wordplay was created from a cool prompt on Twitter I found this afternoon. When my days begin to blur.. and the words get stuck inside between my wrist and knuckle. When I'm sure I will Never, ever think I'll be able to create another corner piece poem. Written while curled in the niche of this oh so silent room. These walls do not see me, or contain me, as the poetry flows through my hand, then sen

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