As a canopy spread over delicate leaves wilting growth reached for speckled light finding its way through
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Whispering vines
Tag: poetry
Little boy Bobby
This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.
Beach beauties
Its a strange mix of emotions that stir inside of me when I walk alone listening to laughter that still lingers in the blowing reeds and lapping waves.
Cobbled with barbs
Forced to take a road you never saw
Cobbled with barbs and a broken heart
Fully fledged
Holding tight to the porcelain edge
Wishing to be the eagle upon my chest
Wings spread and fully-fledged
Once upon a time
A jet stream blew in one day and merged the paralleling winds creating a gale force storm like no other before.
Silent Wishes
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room
