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poetrybymaggiewatson.uk
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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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theauthorstew.wordpress.com
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| | | | | "What are you doing out here?" he asked in a whisper. "Something told the wild geese to fly," she answered. He looked at her, trying to hide the worry from his eyes. "They do that every year -" "But not at this time. Not now. Something's different." He watched her. She stood there looking up... | |
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| | | | | It feels like it's time for another piece of ambient music. Yesterday, on the first official day of autumn, Sweety and I drove to the beach and spent all afternoon and early evening there. Strangely, more insects were chomping on us than any time this summer, but I suppose they were just stocking up for... | |
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