A Dream of Rain
Poem I lie with my ear to the ground: Below I can hear the whisperings, The scratchings, the rustles, Of insects with wings like scraps of lace, Can hear the trees roots drinking...
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Sea Breeze
To touch, I am reaching out my hand, this wild, eternal dance to understand. My head is being enchanted, fascinated and my eyes gently, slowly are fading. Sitting on the sands within the softness,...
