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Through the Rustle of Leaves
Through the Rustle of Leaves
There’s a whisper coming from the fallen leaves and in my mind, the image of a woman scatters into millions of red and brown rusty pieces…
DiAmaya Dawn
Jul 29, 2018
Lightning in the Silence
Lightning in the Silence
Lightning: The Weekly Knob & The Writing Cooperative Contest
DiAmaya Dawn
Apr 27, 2019
Violet Skies and Light Blue Seas
Violet Skies and Light Blue Seas
“Sometimes I dream of you,” he told me one evening. “I dream of you the way you look right now, in your favourite swimsuit and your deep…
DiAmaya Dawn
Aug 11, 2018
On Vibrant Mornings
On Vibrant Mornings
Or How the Day Begins
DiAmaya Dawn
Feb 19, 2019
A Shadow on the Shore
A Shadow on the Shore
It was autumn, late evening, and the sound of my steps crunching the brown leaves reminded me of loneliness. I intended to go straight home…
DiAmaya Dawn
Oct 6, 2017
Don’t Let Go of My Hand
Don’t Let Go of My Hand
手を離さないで
DiAmaya Dawn
Nov 4, 2017
When the Night is Silent
When the Night is Silent
In the silent hours, the ticking clock echoes on bare, stone walls, and the memory of him now a silhouette that rises through the mist of…
DiAmaya Dawn
Oct 27, 2018
Insane We Would Be, My Love
Insane We Would Be, My Love
Walking down the road to the east coast, the wet grass scents the air with revived memories; memories that struggle to come back to life…
DiAmaya Dawn
Feb 11, 2018
When the Moon Hangs Low
When the Moon Hangs Low
There’s a game she likes to play by herself on some warm, summer nights when the moon hangs low and full, gleaming on the dark waters of a…
DiAmaya Dawn
Jul 19, 2018
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