In the mountains, at the end of the day,The sun begins to fade away,Its golden…
Flute magician unknown. Other world unknown. Time and space unknown. Lady soaking the sun unknown. Sun unknown. Lady carrying the woods…
Those birds sitting on the treetops, still bare from the winter gone by
Our nib hits a snowball and the Himalayas turn blue.
I remember the mop of blond lighthe wore like a crown& the way my daughters pointed to scratches on my…
This writer self relies on twin pillars of memory & imaginationwhich another day — in the not-self of…
What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like…
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Have you seen fog like cotton balls hovering over the fields?
I am lost.The winds are strong,amongst the skies, never ending.