Tag: Reading

The Fern (Portrait #5)

This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I can’t. It must be…

Touching

  When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…

There Are Days Of Longer Daylight

  There are days of longer daylight When time can’t figure out what direction it travels. A lost light, which cannot heal, as it hurls itself forward A movement through something, changing Abandoned. It cannot come back or go home.   We build nests…

The Ripples Are Confused

  The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks   The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way The flow can’t be…

We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is…

I Want To Tell Those Eyes

  The window rattles every time a door is closed. They are being closed all the time. I place my hand on the window to stop it from rattling. Unfortunately, this brings me to the point of being able to look outside My hand…

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