My Flight, Tumbling to the Ground
Ecliptic lows, eternal wake, for all those mistakes that take us on journeys, not of our making, yet by our
Read moreEcliptic lows, eternal wake, for all those mistakes that take us on journeys, not of our making, yet by our
Read moreGoing Home… Can you smell the fires burning, the dewy globes atop the blades of grass, the crickets singing lullabies,—
Read moreGathering Stones … She’s gathering stones Mother Nature’s scattered bones lining her path, to somewhere unknown She crawls along on
Read moreMemory serves me well, yet why do halcyon days pale before the struggle and memories of loss that so haunt
Read moreRelent the Veils…not repeat the woes Relent the veils, the pride stroked assumptions of knowing, to greet the vibrant seeds
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