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by Maple Tree Jul 9, 2018
Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind.
finding comfort, I speak talent
while my tongue performs pirouettes.
Lodged within darkness they find me
burrowed in corners where earth meets sky,
tangled by years of confinement, judged
by interpretation; alone I spy.
Daisy chains wilt cross my neck
like a medal granted long ago,
they notice- only the beauty they cant see.
I'm forever fighting freedom to speak-
what they dont want to hear.
by Dagmar Wilson
Absolutely beautiful. All the very best to you
This is just beautiful Andrea, loved it!
by Kitty Cat Lady
by Maple Tree