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Eyes of the storm
Cut me open, bleed me dry
A knife not a tool, a liberator
Their is the forgiving woman with sorrow
Deep in those eyes, to a place
I am oh so unfamiliar with
There are places you know, you see
It is the dark holding our sparks
A flock of deft touches and harmony
Yet the pulse of the thunder rolls over
Sparks scattered, hidden or gone
You will never, never...
Sunday 18th August 2024 11:58 am
Pick One
reason vaporizes
like a spring frost,
and we must find accounts
within,
but if we do a deliberate search
for the dense Forget-me-not,
its purple presence
shows us
see ten-thousand suns staring up
from verdant grass-
hazard a gatherer's angry buzz,
--pick one
its scent powders your nose
with stardust
sharp as a lion's tooth
the bouquet of our beginnings
cracks us up wit...
Tuesday 13th April 2021 6:46 am
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