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Daily Archives: March 16, 2014
. Evening is a shroud, shared, but not divided. Silence gathers loud over time, as distance rhymes its rhythm with moonlight. Love lies; buried are the truths we thought we knew by night. Morning is a cloud squared; rain … Continue reading
… Meter out some beat no longer worthy; help me un -count these days and petals blown. I shall gauge my grief in shallow breaths and time unraveled slow. Shhh, quiet, Love. It’s not your fault. But leave me now … Continue reading
… Wicker city waiting, green. Bottle strips this tower unseen. Slack sidewalk grinds to dust. Silence spills without a fuss. Apple falls. Small plop. Once more, from the top. .. Wordled (lean and mean today.)