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katmyrman.com
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| | | | | bleating wolves...a cautionary talethere once was a flock herd of gullible sheepwho trusted a wolf who had learned how to bleattheir best instincts, ignoredthey leaned in to hear morethe wolf snarled, "mutton's my favorite meat!"~kat You know what they say...if it's too good to be true, well then, it probably is. We humans are so... | |
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crispinakemp.com
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| | | | | Spirit of the woodland, me Though I don't reside in any tree Rather would I be Like a butterfly or bee That flits from flower to flower Throughout every woodland bower And as I fly I never do tarry But with me always carry To cut away the dead and withering, a pruning knife And... | |
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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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kblog.blog
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| | | What ritual existsthat will not disruptthe remains of youthat I have woveninto my yesterdays? I will dig no grave,build no altar to death. I have misplacedtoo many memoriesinside a mythical boxthat I can neverseem to find. But every once in awhileI hear you call my name-- a stranger now, a ghostthat recollects who I was--someone... | ||
