waiting
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In penumbra deep, I count the stars, Each wish a whimper, drinking in bars. Waiting to soar on wings of words, Paper untouched, my pen cuts the cord. Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more
possiblissities 