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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we'll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night's sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly... | |
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methodtwomadness.wordpress.com
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| | | | | How many doors must I enter to findmyself? What universe exists betweenopen and closed? Is it a sacred space?Is any space sacred? Is nothing? If Icross the threshold can I return? Whereis sanctuary in this disintegrating world? I am looking for a circle, an ens? left opento the free exchange of every kind of light.... | |
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accordingtosassy.com
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| | | | | not as long or deep as the moldau but equally beautiful hauntingly so is the quiet meandering mountain stream below the overgrowth of trees seemingly unviewed by modern or mortal eyes impossible to ignore the enigmatic and profound peace found when wandering by the stream *** This post is in response to the W3 Prompt... | |
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awriterintheroom.wordpress.com
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| | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | ||
