I walk along a shore
and watch a bird snap
at the heels of
a silver fish
before it unfurls
its sails and takes flight
---and evaporates!
Like blown ash in the wind,
dissonance
of a lonely chord
striking a wood surface
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
