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In the Woods
Perhaps, I underestimated the journey. Elves. What was I thinking? I run my hand through the stream that mirrors the landscape above. Looking back at the hand that skidded through the water, it isn’t wet at all. -
moving: the good and the bad.
soft spoken skin,
unmatched to the
horrors of the night.
dirt filled nails,
laughing children
with fruit juice dribbling down their chins.
marble and gold.
they tease me. -
gray
I have learned to interpret silence. My mind splutters, on the verge of an idea, and once again disappears into the abyss. An ocean cannot freeze. Sometimes I wish it would. -
Silent Panic
shallow breaths are ignored for sometime now. fingers, clenched up, scratching at others. no. -
Love Haiku
love is unwritten
yet it writes like a poem
universal love.
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The Gardener
You walk barefoot, on the clipped grass,
The hedges loom over us
harboring me from the thundering sky.
An imprint on the ground, a shadow where the flowers lie.
And there they are.