Thrown stones at
glass ponds
Reflecting cracks or ripples,
though heard, no echo…
Painting By Józef Chełmoński, Pond in Radziejowice, (1898) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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Friday, March 17, 2017
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Nightfall
Woken from a deep slumber, as if my name was spoken aloud. Only the spotlight of a honeyed full moon sings across my shadowed walls. Heart...
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Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow... -
When I wonder do we first think we Are welcome to the world? From the abyss of a watery womb we hear outside of Us w...