My heart does not agree It breaks at what has been shown
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Colors in a jar
Category: poetry
Rolling Smoke
Smoke rolls from Embers into the light
No Escape
You've taken precaution Bites still penetrate
A coat that shines
Ears twitch at each sound Nose points up Smells all around
Replenished
Through the timber and across the lake Haunting loon cries call ravens begin to echo warn
I want
I want to be deafened by touch Sensing only running chills
Missing you
Deep breaths Slowly exhale Savoring what lingers In the air
