Roots reaching in Thirst
She acted-spontaneous
Limbs longing for light.
Image of 'Bamboo Canopy' via Wikimedia Commons October 19, 2015 in Public Domain.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
On still days with drooping flags and contented leaves Sounds somehow soaked in between the crevices of broad daylight I sit as still as my ...
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