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Still

So small She’d fit in the palm of one’s hand And she did, As she lay curled up Her feathers tiny tucked under her fragile body She took her delicate features with her Her beak no longer chirruped rhythms That... Continue Reading →

Dreamers

I close my eyes And this world dissolves A few moments’ haze Slowly replaced by my own seeking rhythms I enjoy this din of cacophonic dreams more.   They jostle for space Each trying to outdo the other in importance;... Continue Reading →

You

You are the earth You are the wind You are the bud Waiting to bloom The sky overcast Brooding and shadowy gloom   You are the light Of the stars Prayers whispered near and far You are the accursed and... Continue Reading →

Free

Come with me We'll rejoice in our death Discard bodies that bind and float bubble like over fairy fossils Strew magic dust Befriend the stars and make them tell us their stories Ride along the orbits Until we find our... Continue Reading →

Soar

Fly, fly, soar! Take those wings Make them your oar.   Seek, seek until you find, Choose to discover Amidst those who’re blind.   Ask, ask, wrap yourself in wonder! Call on the wind Break those bars asunder!   Try,... Continue Reading →

A little give and take

I love you. These three words have haunted the richest of souls and the shallowest of minds. It doesn’t matter who we are, the need for love is innate in every human being just like the need to seek, the... Continue Reading →

On change

For anyone who’s ever read Susan Coolidge’s How the Leaves Came Down, the idea of change itself can be paralyzing. Change is a challenge, one that cannot be escaped. That does not however, mean tha… Source: On change

On change

For anyone who’s ever read Susan Coolidge’s How the Leaves Came Down, the idea of change itself can be paralyzing. Change is a challenge, one that cannot be escaped. That does not however, mean that it cannot be delayed, and... Continue Reading →

A Garden to Grow

I wilt. I sigh. I am a flower and I die. I am not stuck anymore whether to a tree or to a wish, I desire nothing more than to fall, freely, uninhibited, release myself from all sorts of thorns... Continue Reading →

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