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
The seagull shrieking in the near distance is the cry of my heart for the sea I so long to be near once again. The puffy slanted clouds ar...
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