sculpting the imagination
ancient bones whisper
secrets told in murmurs
rustling dark trees
as the night’s wind
1 Comment | tags: bones, micro poetry, poem, poetry, secrets, whisper, wind | posted in micro poetry
i hate the empty fight
with the crickets
and the wind
i lose every time you are away
a lonely night is no place for me
4 Comments | tags: crickets, fight, lonely, night, poem, poetry, wind | posted in higher plane
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