Where earth is halved,
Twilight is night and day
Clasped.
Where clouds stretch their shape;
And whispers brush along the cheek.
Falling birds,
Feathery fingertips.
Where skin of ocean is swifter than skin of land.
Where soft fists shatter the crust of the shore,
And with the evening, quivering,
The nervous gases drift,
Mingling their edges;
Where there are pleasures.
Mummified
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7 months ago
excellent.
Suzanne German, 7 months ago
this is so…gentle and yet profoundly strong…..exquisitely written!
love it!
IdKid, 6 months ago
Wonderfully written. It undulates so brilliantly.
Melissa Park, 6 months ago
Masterfully done
Michael Gatch, 5 months ago
Interesting words. speaks of the power in the softer things.