Still the aftermath
Trees reach tall and wide, like We-
That is All-she wrote.
Painting by George Hayter (1792-1871), 'After the Storm' c. 1833 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Gravitas
For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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Someone said, the full moon looks larger in the city because of skyscrapers- which said nothing about people feeling smaller, more co... -
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...
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