A little dwellingwith a wood burning fireplaceon a still lakesurrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.and laughter,bouts of it around the fireafter rounds of singing,reverberating the unseen.that preserved beauty,missed in the haziness above the waters,the reminders of … Continue reading
I look at the moon for what it is.She sits with me through nightfall and beyond.Even when she diminishes wholly into the darkness,through the gentle breeze a reverberating silent voice exclaims,“We will rise,just you wait.”We’re all just walking each other … Continue reading
On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading
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