the season
of memory descended
over me,
releasing pastures,
defying gravity,
as promises became
unwrapped
like the summer
of satin and cotton,
where evening showers
covered stars
named for us
and rain blessed
shifting sands
consuming the days
and horizons of words
within the eyes
of clouds
half covering
a desperate
moon
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Author:
shadow424 (
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Comments1
beautifully worded, relatability is so underappreciated
as an integral quality: of True artistry
keep climbing Poetry's endless peaks, we scribblers - few
are right there, scrambling our way - in your footsteps, dear poet...
thanks for sharing
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