Memories On Branches
...How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this...
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Categories:
mossing, age, autumn, home, love,
Form: Rhyme
Crooked Trees
...Getting colder and the leaves are falling,
Winter voices and the nights are crawling,
Nature freezes and the days are stalling,
Silently, so somberly,
We take on the shape of crooked trees.
The sha...
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Categories:
mossing, together, truth,
Form: Lyric