This Is Not a Landscape

At a time
Where
I planted more seeds
Than thoughts
I could barely plant myself

My blinds 
Were silken dyed cloths
Magpies and swallows 
Knew it
Something wanted to die
In my arms

Rarely to grasp
Like an airy arrow
Brief
Yet heavy like a fossiled oak

A spark 
appeared 
This was you
A familiar sound
Which could only be
Found
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July 4, 2024 at 1:46 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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