The Earth Has Feelings Too

silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love […]

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Fall Morning

whisper little owlet to the cloud dropping morning mistkissing the surface of golden leaves shivering silentlyavocado coloring on moss, still lingering, drinks fresh dewtomorrow morning the lips of new fawns feasting on you slowly the sun peeks at us while tipping his old straw hatanoles conduct a slow ballet on ruddy heating bricksyellow the garden […]

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