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Daily Archives: April 29, 2021
Sevenling (Evening the Score)
:: Evening the score the playing field our un-fisted, twisted hands, we stand in awe of sky of star-sparked why of poker-faced moon. In the end, odds are, we’re even. ::
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Tagged April PAD 2021, evening, evens and odds, sevenlings, sky poems, sky songs.
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Sunset in Wildling Wood
They gather in their daisy-chain crowns and their mudlucious feetto drink in that golden stone falling. They clasp hands and stand with faces draped in tangerine glowkissed only by a tower of shine. They sigh. That feisty moon rises. And the shenanigans begin.
I have followed you all in here and now I don’t know what to do with my hands.
{wallflower warblings} Cocktail hour has begun at sun -set and I have yet to say a word. The introvert in me just wants to flee but the exit’s far and my RSVP said yes. (Oh, why did I say yes?) So I guess I’ll just … Continue reading