thoughts
Was there a whisper I did not see,
something real, something deep,
beyond a stare and a cup of thee?
Let me see if it flies
across the sea and right to me,
or should it be just a fleeting passing
of a dream once dreamed?
I heard the tick, then the tock the wind blew and time moved without a sound or bright lights reliable, consistent, on the stroke like...
It's been days now with uncertain skies and gentle mists awakening me at dawn. Oh bliss, permission to enter the abyss to write a poem...
It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be Like a tree, a plant, a flower, reaching, growing, toward the sun sometimes even taking great...
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