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Night’s Rhythm and Blues

I’ll play for you strings of soul and moonlight. I’ll hum from free heart of gentle hues. Listen and rest softly in blanketed thickets. Such sweet stillness is tear tender sacred. It is the holy of night’s rhythm and blues. … Continue reading

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A pendulum between air and a dream.

I hear voices of a thousand, swell to a resplendent tenor abridged by the soot dipped strokes of night a deluge pummels my spent sodden soul. I listen to clandestine cymbals of nature succulent as a rapturous stream. I hear … Continue reading

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We are the dream.

I went to church in my dreams. Prayers were sung in the languages of all people. I could feel my heart breathing as I leaned into the melody. It was a song of equality. Peoples swayed in a symbolic unison. … Continue reading

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It’s all a dream. {poetry}.

it’s all a dream as she felt the beat of heart in the song of flower.

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Woodland nymphs, no longer feared

the woodland nymphs scattered quickly at the sound of footsteps peering slightly over the edges of an acorn with a horn of snail they trumpeted a warning for fear had tapped the mossy edges of an unknown the crack and … Continue reading

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Hollyhock and self-forgiveness. {poetry}

I became the song of a hollyhock in the eyes of a reverie perched on the quiver of vulnerability. I became a mélange of lilting layers lightly affixed at the apex of a fluted edge; my soul covets silence and … Continue reading

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It was only a dream.

It was only a dream. A deep voice, vibrated through my cells. I felt the carpet give way and the mocha-colored earth formed creases around me. Warm and safe; a quiet solace. Songbirds were an orchestra. The leaves danced seamlessly in … Continue reading

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