Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do...
If I was a bird, I could fly
Way up in the clear blue sky...
Moon
rises in the night sky...
Ever falling leaves
Paint beauty onto pavement...
I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words...
The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness...
Natures' concert brings all things alive
as she hums a soft tune of gentle breeze...
Crack of blinding light.
White veins spreading across skies...
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Charismatic breezes of lost potential...
There was no beginning
no ending...
The moon scrambles on
the fragrance of the trees...
Black skies are
my solitude...