My thoughts in yours through words.
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Most walks are not memorably mentionable. The picturesque views of the local park change with the weather throughout the year, as does the temperate comfort. Some birds are regulars, blending in to the expected scenery and sounds, barely noticeable outside my thoughts. Eastern Rosella’s add seasonal Spring delight with…
Dread
I dread day. That is when night haunts me.
Déjà vu, a flash of recognition; was that a recent vivid dream, or perhaps from a week or more before?
Darkened broken moments of sleep.
Grey Days
Wet days are writing days.
Precipitation weighs down dark emphasis with each drop.
Dim grey emboldens imagination to seek vividness invisible to the eye.
Natures chorus soothes thoughts to form embattled finger poses.
Terrigal
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The temptation is real.
Outstretched fingers of endless water caress the dark sand, white caps breaking as the waves end onto the beach edge.
They are calling.