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  • Real Coffee

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST A cup of coffee in the dawn’s race to day,  It warms my dreaming hands, my eyes catch sun’s first ray. Bitter meets the cream,  A storm brews at the horizon of my soul  Energy’s purpose unleashed. More please. Aromatic waves,  Barista’s art in the paper cup, a lid keeps in a  Read more

  • Thirsty

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST   Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe. Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,each a drop of promise, each without respite. Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,renewal in the void, I am  storm In the vast unknown, we reach for our gracewith Read more

  • Shelter from the Storm

    “Being aware of the ever present storm in my body” Read more